KÅRE.
Men nu imorges kom hans karle mod mig med ufred; lykken var mig god, så jeg blev varslet itide og slap bort; dog, stakket frist kan jeg vente, for mine avindsmænd leder om mig.
KÅRE.
But this morning his men came in wrath against me. By good hap I heard of their coming, and fled; but my foemen are on my tracks, and short shrift can I look for at their hands.