Rereþ ȝowre hertes to god aboue,
And seyeþ ȝowre prayeris faste,
Þ_a_t we well_e_ spede furst & laste. 448

Pater noster.

The emp_er_our tryst on hys men,
And þ_a_t h_a_þ bygyled hym;
Forsothe hyt most nedez be so,
For þey beþ cursed þat well_e_ hyt do, 452
_Maledict_us_ Such_e_ all_e_ myght comeþ of god;
q_ui_ To tryst on hym, y hold hyt good.
_con_fid_e_t in Lucye haþ pyght his pauelou_n_
ho_m_i_n_e._ And sprad wyþ pryde his gu_n_fanou_n_; 456
His claryou_n_s blastes full_e_ grete blywe,
Archeris schot(:) Men ouer-thrywe;
The battle Bowes, arwes, & arblastere
begins. Schot sore alle y-vere; 460
Quarels, arwes, þey fly smerte;
Þe fyched Men þruȝ heed & herte;
Axes, sperys, and gysarmes gret,
Clefte Many a prowt Ma_n_nes heed: 464
Hors & steedes gan to grent,
And deyde wyþ strok_is_ þ_a_t þey hente;
Many a man þ_er_e lost hys lyf, [Fol. 45_b_.]
Many on was wedyw þ_a_t was wyff; 468
Men are wetshod Þere men were wetschoede
with brains and All_e_ of Brayn & of blode;
blood. Gret rywth_e_ hyt was to seyn
Þe feltes full_e_ of men y-scleyn; 472