So hard a taske, as life for hyre to sell;
The which I earst aduentur’d for your sake.
Witnesse the wounds, and this wyde bloudie lake,
Which ye may see yet all about me steeme.
Therefore now yeeld, as ye did promise make,
My due reward, the which right well I deeme
I yearned[506] haue, that life so dearely did redeeme.
But where then is (quoth he halfe wrothfully[507]) xvi
Where is the bootie, which therefore I bought,
That cursed caytiue, my strong enemy,