And Beves in that like venue,
Through God's grace and his virtue
With sword out a slinte
Two tusks at the first dent;
A span of the groin before
With his sword he hath off shorn.
Though the boar so loud cried,
Out of the forest wide and side,
To the castle there that lay Ermin,
Men heard the noise of the swine;
And, as he made that loathly cry,
His sword Bevis hastily
In at the mouth gan thrust through
And carve his heart even a-two
The sword a braid again foot hot
And the boar his head off smote,

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