“If four hours sooner I had but come,
My brother, for certain, had followed me home.
“Deprived of his life doth my brother lie,
Dane-king, thou hast lost thine honour thereby.”
The Dane-king so fitting an answer returned:
“Thy brother full richly his death had earned.
“When the great with sword can oppress the mean
The law is not worth a rotten bean.”
“My brother, Sir King, was good and bold,
I could have redeemed him with silver and gold.”
“Thy silver and gold I hold at nought,
The law shall have the course it ought.
“And since thou so long on this matter doth prate,
Thou shalt suffer the very same fate.”
To warriors nine the Dane-king cries:
“Bind ye Sir Plog before my eyes.”
“If a truly brave man, Dane-king, thou be,
Do thou thyself bind and fetter me.”
The King off his hands the little gloves took,
Sir Plog his spear with vehemence shook.