This Arcite then, with full dispiteous 460 heart, When he him knew, and had his talë heard, As fierce as lion pulled out a swerd, And saidë thus; “By God that sitt’th above, N’ere it 461 that thou art sick, and wood for love, And eke that thou no weap’n hast in this place, Thou should’st never out of this grovë pace, That thou ne shouldest dien of mine hand. For I defy the surety and the band, Which that thou sayest I have made to thee. What? very fool, think well that love is free; And I will love her maugré 462 all thy might. But, for thou art a worthy gentle knight, And wilnest to darraine her by bataille, 463 Have here my troth, to-morrow I will not fail, Without weeting 464