At length up started John of Brent,
A yeoman from the banks of Trent;
A stranger to respect or fear,
In peace a chaser[329] of the deer,
In host[330] a hardy mutineer,
But still the boldest of the crew,
When deed of danger was to do.
He grieved, that day, their games cut short,
And marr’d the dicer’s brawling sport,
And shouted loud, “Renew the bowl!