‘I neuer beare no child but one,
And you haue slaine him trulye.’
31.
Sayes, ‘Wicked be my merrymen all,
I gaue meate, drinke, and clothe!
But cold they not haue holden me
When I was in all that wrath!
32.
‘Ffor I haue slaine one of the curteousest knights
That euer bestrode a steed,