And in he wente: and whan that he
Was knowe, anon the gates schette,
The lordes alle upon him sette
With drawe swerdes upon honde.
This Arrons wolde hem noght withstonde,
Bot seide, ‘I am hier at your wille,
Als lief it is that ye me spille,[1384]
As if myn oghne fader dede.’
And forthwith in the same stede 4630
He preide hem that thei wolde se,