"Gods curse on his heart," said William,
"This day thy coat did on;
If it had been no better than mine,
It had gone near thy bone."
"Yield thee, Cloudeslè," said the justice,
"And thy bow and thy arrows thee fro:"
"Gods curse on his heart," said fair Alice,
"That my husband counselleth so."
"Set fire on the house," said the sheriff,
"Sith it will no better be,