The king with Caliburn   knightly him strikes;
The cantel of his clere sheld   he carves in sonder,
Into the shoulder of the shalk   a shaftmonde large
That the shire red blood   shewed on the mailes!
He shuddered and shrinkes   and shuntes but little,
But shockes in sharply   in his sheen weedes;
The felon with the fine sword   freshly he strikes,
The felettes of the ferrer side   he flashes in sonder,
Through jupon and gesseraunt   of gentle mailes,
The freke fiched in the flesh   an half-foot large;
That derf dint was his dede,   and dole was the more
That ever that doughty sholde die   but at Drightens will!

Alliterative Morte Arthur