With Morgelay, that well would bite,
To the lion he gan smite;
His right foot he shore asunder,
Sir Bevis shield the lion ran under
And with his teeth with sorry happe
He caught a piece of his lappe,
And Bevis that ilke stounde
For anguish fell to the ground,
And hastily Bevis than up stirred,
For he was grieved in his heart;
He kyd well then, he was aggrieved,
And cleft a-two the lion his head,
And to his heart the point thrust;
Thus the lion died at the last.

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