|"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).