The lyoncel, fromme sweltrie[63] countries braughte,
    Coucheynge binethe the sheltre of the brierr,
    Att commyng dynn[64] doth rayse hymselfe distraughte[65],
    He loketh wythe an eie of flames of fyre. 
    Goe, sticke the lyonn to hys hyltren denne. 65
  Lette thie floes[66] drenche the blood of anie thynge botte menn.

    Wythe passent[67] steppe the lyonn mov’th alonge;
    Wyllyamm hys ironne-woven bowe hee bendes,
    Wythe myghte alyche the roghlynge[68] thonderr stronge;
    The lyonn ynn a roare hys spryte foorthe sendes. 70
    Goe, slea the lyonn ynn hys blodde-steyn’d denne,
  Botte bee thie takelle[69] drie fromm blodde of odherr menne.

    Swefte fromm the thyckett starks the stagge awaie;
    The couraciers[70] as swefte doe afterr flie. 
    Hee lepethe hie, hee stondes, hee kepes att baie, 75
    Botte metes the arrowe, and eftsoones[71] doth die. 
    Forslagenn atte thie fote lette wylde beastes bee,
  Lett thie floes drenche yer blodde, yett do ne bredrenn slee.

    Wythe murtherr tyredd, hee sleynges hys bowe alyne[72]. 
    The stagge ys ouch’d[73] wythe crownes of lillie flowerrs. 80
    Arounde theire heaulmes theie greene verte doe entwyne;
    Joying and rev’lous ynn the grene wode bowerrs. 
    Forslagenn wyth thie floe lette wylde beastes bee,
  Feeste thee upponne theire fleshe, doe ne thie bredrenn flee.

  KYNGE.

    Nowe to the Tourneie[74]; who wylle fyrste affraie[75]? 85

  HERAULDE.

    Nevylle, a baronne, bee yatte[76] honnoure thyne.

  BOURTONNE.

    I clayme the passage.

  NEVYLLE.

I contake[77] thie waie.

BOURTONNE.

Thenn there’s mie gauntlette[78] onn mie gaberdyne[79].

HEREHAULDE.

A leegefull[80] challenge, knyghtes & champyonns dygne[81],
A leegefull challenge, lette the flugghorne sounde. 90
[Syrr Symonne and Nevylle tylte. 
Nevylle ys goeynge, manne and horse, toe grounde.
[Nevylle falls. 
Loverdes, how doughtilie[82] the tylterrs joyne! 
Yee champyonnes, heere Symonne de Bourtonne fyghtes,
Onne hee hathe quacedd[83], assayle[84] hymm, yee knyghtes.

FERRARIS.

I wylle anente[85] hymm goe; mie squierr, mie shielde; 95
Orr onne orr odherr wyll doe myckle[86] scethe[87]
Before I doe departe the lissedd[88] fielde,
Mieselfe orr Bourtonne hereupponn wyll blethe[89]. 

    Mie shielde.

  BOURTONNE.

      Comme onne, & fitte thie tylte-launce ethe[90]. 
    Whanne Bourtonn fyghtes, hee metes a doughtie foe. 100
                    [Theie tylte.  Ferraris falleth. 
    Hee falleth; nowe bie heavenne thie woundes doe smethe[91];
    I feere mee, I have wroughte thee myckle woe[92].