This Palamon answered hastily, And saidë: “Sir, what needeth wordës mo’? We have the death deserved bothë two, Two woful wretches be we, and caitíves, That be accumbered 490 of our own lives, And as thou art a rightful lord and judge, So give us neither mercy nor refuge. And slay me first, for saintë charity, But slay my fellow eke as well as me. Or slay him first; for, though thou know it lite, 491 This is thy mortal foe, this is Arcite, That from thy land is banisht on his head, For which he hath deserved to be dead. For this is he that came unto thy gate And saidë, that he hightë Philostrate. Thus hath he japed 492 thee full many year, And thou hast made of him thy chief esquiér; And this is he, that loveth Emily. For since the day is come that I shall die