That evereach of you shall go where him lest, 520 Freely withoutë ransom or dangér; And this day fifty weekës, farre ne nerre, 521 Evereach of you shall bring an hundred knights, Armed for listës up at allë rights All ready to darraine 522 her by bataille, And this behete 523 I you withoutë fail Upon my troth, and as I am a knight, That whether of you bothë that hath might, That is to say, that whether he or thou May with his hundred, as I spake of now, Slay his contráry, or out of listës drive, Him shall I given Emily to wive, To whom that fortune gives so fair a grace. The listës shall I make here in this place. And God so wisly on my soulë rue, 524 As I shall even judgë be and true.