The Sarafen lokes owte:  he doethe feere,
    That Englondes brondeous[37] sonnes do cotte the waie. 
    Lyke honted bockes, theye reineth[38] here and there, 25
    Onknowlachynge[39] inne whatte place to obaie[40]. 
    The banner glesters on the beme of daie;
    The mittee[41] crosse Jerusalim ys seene;
    Dhereof the syghte yer corrage doe affraie[42],
    In balefull[43] dole their faces be ywreene[44]. 30
  Sprytes of the bleste, and everich Seyncte ydedde,
  Poure owte your pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde.

    The bollengers[45] and cottes[45], soe swyfte yn fyghte,
    Upon the sydes of everich bark appere;
    Foorthe to his offyce lepethe everych knyghte, 35
    Eftsoones[46] hys squyer, with hys shielde and spere. 
    The jynynge shieldes doe shemre and moke glare[47];
    The dotheynge oare doe make gemoted[48] dynne;
    The reynyng[49] foemen[50], thynckeynge gif[51] to dare,
    Boun[52] the merk[53] swerde, theie seche to fraie[54], theie blyn[55]. 
  Sprytes of the bleste, and everyche Seyncte ydedde,
  Powre oute yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.

    Now comm the warrynge Sarasyns to fyghte;
    Kynge Rycharde, lyche a lyoncel[56] of warre,
    Inne sheenynge goulde, lyke feerie[57] gronfers[58], dyghte[59],
    Shaketh alofe hys honde, and seene afarre. 45
    Syke haveth I espyde a greter starre
    Amenge the drybblett[60] ons to sheene fulle bryghte;
    Syke sunnys wayne[61] wyth amayl’d[62] beames doe barr
    The blaunchie[63] mone or estells[64] to gev lyghte. 50
  Sprytes of the bleste, and everich Seyncte ydedde,
  Poure owte your pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde.

    Distraughte[65] affraie[66], wythe lockes of blodde-red die,
    Terroure, emburled[67] yn the thonders rage,
    Deathe, lynked to dismaie, dothe ugsomme[68] flie, 55
    Enchasynge[69] echone champyonne war to wage. 
    Speeres bevyle[70] speres; swerdes upon swerdes engage;
    Armoure on armoure dynn[71], shielde upon shielde;
    Ne dethe of thosandes can the warre assuage,
    Botte salleynge nombers sable[72] all the feelde. 60
  Sprytes of the bleste, and everych Seyncte ydedde,
  Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde.

    The foemen fal arounde; the cross reles[73] hye;
    Steyned ynne goere, the harte of warre ys seen;
    Kyng Rycharde, thorough everyche trope dothe flie, 65
    And beereth meynte[74] of Turkes onto the greene;
    Bie hymm the floure of Asies menn ys sleene[75];
    The waylynge[76] mone doth fade before hys sonne;
    Bie hym hys knyghtes bee formed to actions deene[77],
    Doeynge syke marvels[78], strongers be aston[79]. 70
  Sprytes of the bleste, and everych Seyncte ydedde,
  Poure owte your pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.