And sih hou that the hell alyhte;

So what of hieringe and of sihte, 3770

Thei cawhten such a sodein feere,

That thei non other good ne toke,

Thei fledde, as doth the wylde Hare.

And evere upon the hull thei blewe,

Til that thei sihe time, and knewe

That thei be fled upon the rage;