If you be not traytour to the king,
Forfaulted sall ye never be.’
69
‘But, prince, what sall cum o my men?
When I go back, traitour they’ll ca me;
I had rather lose my life and land,
Eer my merry men rebukëd me.’
70
‘Will your merry men amend their lives
And all their pardouns I grant thee: