This knightë’s sonë let 2359 before him fetch, Commanding him he should before him stand: And suddenly he took his bow in hand, And up the string he pulled to his ear, And with an arrow slew the child right there. ‘Now whether have I a sicker 2360 hand or non?’ 2361 Quoth he; ‘Is all my might and mind agone? Hath wine bereaved me mine eyen sight?’ Why should I tell the answer of the knight? His son was slain, there is no more to say. Beware therefore with lordës how ye play, 2362 Sing Placebo ; 2363 and I shall if I can, But if 2364