All about they gonne thringe,
And hard on him they gonne dinge
And gave him wounds many one
Through the flesh in to the bone,
Deep wounds and sore,
That he might suffer the more;
Though his body began to smart,
He again plucken up his heart,
Ase did to a Saracen a wound
And braid a sword out of his hand,
And fifty Saracens, in that stand
There with a-gave them deadly wounds,
And some he stroke off the swire,
That the head fly in to the river,
And some he cleft even asunder;
Their horse's feet they lain under;
Nor was there none, that might escape,
So Bevis slew hem in a rape.

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