And with his spear he smote his heart in two, And went his way withoutë wordës mo’. He hath a thousand slain this pestilence; And, master, ere you come in his presénce, Me thinketh that it were full necessary For to beware of such an adversary; Be ready for to meet him evermore. Thus taughtë me my dame; I say no more.” “By Saintë Mary,” said the tavernére, “The child saith sooth, for he hath slain this year, Hence ov’r a mile, within a great villáge, Both man and woman, child, and hind, and page; I trow his habitatión be there; To be advised 3604 great wisdóm it were, Ere 3605 that he did a man a dishonoúr.” “Yea, Goddë’s armës,” quoth this riotoúr, “Is it such peril with him for to meet? I shall him seek, by stile and eke by street. I make a vow, by Goddë’s dignë 3606