“This is my life, but if 4025 that I will fight; And out at door anon I must me dight, 4026 Or ellës I am lost, but if that I Be, like a wildë lion, fool-hardý. I wot well she will do 4027 me slay some day Some neighëbour and thennë go my way; 4028 For I am perilous with knife in hand, Albeit that I dare not her withstand; For she is big in armës, by my faith! That shall he find, that her misdoth or saith. 4029 But let us pass away from this mattére. My lord the Monk,” quoth he, “be merry of cheer, For ye shall tell a talë truëlý. Lo, Rochester stands here fastë by. Ride forth, mine owen lord, break not our game. But by my troth I cannot tell your name; Whether shall I call you my lord Dan John,