stop its waie;
    Above his eyne it came, the bones dyd tare,
    Peercynge quite thro, before it dyd allaie;
    He tumbled, scritchyng wyth hys horrid payne;
  His hollow cuishes rang upon the bloudie pleyne. 230

    This Willyam saw, and soundynge Rowlandes songe
    He bent his yron interwoven bowe,
    Makynge bothe endes to meet with myghte full stronge,
    From out of mortals syght shot up the floe;
    Then swyfte as fallynge starres to earthe belowe 235
    It slaunted down on Alfwoldes payncted sheelde;
    Quite thro the silver-bordurd crosse did goe,
    Nor loste its force, but stuck into the feelde;
    The Normannes, like theyr sovrin, dyd prepare,
  And shotte ten thousande floes uprysynge in the aire. 240

    As when a flyghte of cranes, that takes their waie
    In householde armies thro the flanched skie,
    Alike the cause, or companie or prey,
    If that perchaunce some boggie fenne is nie. 
    Soon as the muddie natyon theie espie, 245
    Inne one blacke cloude theie to the erth descende;
    Feirce as the fallynge thunderbolte they flie;
    In vayne do reedes the speckled folk defend: 
    So prone to heavie blowe the arrowes felle,
  And peered thro brasse, and sente manie to heaven or helle. 250

    AElan Adelfred, of the stowe of Leigh,
    Felte a dire arrowe burnynge in his breste;
    Before he dyd, he sente hys spear awaie,
    Thenne sunke to glorie and eternal reste. 
    Nevylle, a Normanne of alle Normannes beste, 255
    Throw the joint cuishe dyd the javlyn feel,
    As hee on horsebacke for the fyghte addressd,
    And sawe hys bloude come smokynge oer the steele;
    He sente the avengynge floe into the ayre,
  And turnd hys horses hedde, and did to leeche repayre. 260

    And now the javelyns, barbd with deathhis wynges,
    Hurld from the Englysh handes by force aderne,
    Whyzz dreare alonge, and songes of terror synges,
    Such songes as alwaies clos’d in lyfe eterne. 
    Hurld by such strength along the ayre theie burne, 265
    Not to be quenched butte ynn Normannes bloude;
    Wherere theie came they were of lyfe forlorn,
    And alwaies followed by a purple floude;
    Like cloudes the Normanne arrowes did descend,
  Like cloudes of carnage full in purple drops dyd end. 270

    Nor, Leofwynus, dydst thou still estande;
    Full soon thie pheon glytted in the aire;
    The force of none but thyne and Harolds hande
    Could hurle a javlyn with such lethal geer;
    Itte whyzzd a ghastlie dynne in Normannes ear, 275
    Then thundryng dyd upon hys greave alyghte,
    Peirce to his hearte, and dyd hys bowels tear,
    He closd hys eyne in everlastynge nyghte;
    Ah! what avayld the lyons on his creste! 
  His hatchments rare with him upon the grounde was prest. 280