Were glad to heare of that aduenture new,
In which they mote make triall of their might,
Which neuer yet they had approu’d in fight;
And eke desirous of the offred meed,
Said then the one of them; Where[502] is that wight,
The which hath doen to thee this wrongfull deed,
That we may it auenge, and punish him with speed?
He rides (said Turpine) there not farre afore, vi
With a wyld man soft footing by his syde,
That if ye list to haste a litle more,