The Prince much mused at such villenie, xiii
And sayd; Now sure ye well haue earn’d your meed,
For th’one is dead, and th’other soone shall die,
Vnlesse to me thou hether bring with speed
The wretch, that hyr’d you to this wicked deed.[504]
He glad of life, and willing eke to wreake
The guilt on him, which did this mischiefe breed,
Swore by his sword, that neither day nor weeke
He would surceasse, but him, where so he were, would seeke.
So vp he rose, and forth streight way he went xiv