And Kin-Bright Sheaf-Tall, guard-troop’s head, now bade:
‘Bull-rush that battlegroup | on yonder bank hoving,
and faithful on field | I shall you follow after.
Look that you blanch for no brand | nor for no bright weapon,
but bear down on the best | and brush them to darkness;
be not abashed at their boasts, | abide on the earth-mould:
all my banners here you bring | in battle gigantic.
We shall fell all these false ones | far down to shade-roads;
fight firm in the fray | and field shall be Taru!’

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He biddes his banneour: ’Busk thou belive
To yon brode batail that on yon bank hoves,
And I ensure you soothe I shall you sew after;
Look ye blenk for no brand ne for no bright wepen,
But beres down of the best and bring them o-dawe!
Bes not abaist of their boste, abide on the erthe;
Ye have my banneres borne in batailes full huge;
We shall fell yon false, the fend have their soules!
Fightes fast with the frap, the feld shall be oures!

Alliterative Morte Arthure, 3732–40.

Had to mess around with the wording in places where words had different values in Middle English.