Shall I venture my body in field to fight
With a man that’s faith and troth to me?’
15.
‘What’s that thou sayst, thou limmer loon?
Or how dare thou stand to speak to me?
If thou do not end this quarrel soon,
Here is my glove, thou shalt fight me.’
16.
Christy stoop’d low unto the ground,
Unto the ground, as you’ll understand;