"I shall wed her and wed her again, Thoughe she were a fend, Thoughe she were as foulle as Belsabub, Her shall I wed, by the rood, Or elles were I not your frende; For ye ar my king withe honour And have worshipt me in many a stoure. Therfor shalle I not let. To save your life, lorde, it were my parte, Or were I false and a great coward; And my worship is the bet"(Sands, 334).