But telleth me what mistere men ye ben, That ben so hardy for to fighten here Withouten any juge or other officere, As though it were in listes really? This Palamon answered hastily, And saide; Sire, what nedeth wordes mo? We have the death deserved bothe two; Two woful wretches ben we, two caitives, That ben accombred of our owen lives; And, as thou art a rightful lord and juge, Ne yeve us neyther mercie ne refuge; But sle me first for seinte charitee, But sle my felaw eke as wel as me: Or sle him first, for though thou know it lite, This is thy mortal fo, this is Arcite, That fro thy lond is banished on his hed, For which he hath deserved to be ded; For this is he that came unto thy gate, And sayde that he highte Philostrate. Thus hath he japed thee full many a yere, And thou hast maked him thy chief squiere: And this is he that loveth Emelie. For sith the day is come that I shal die, I make plainly my confession; That I am thilke woful Palamon, That hath thy prison broken wilfully; I am thy mortal fo, and it am I That loveth so hot Emelie the bright, That I wold dien present in hire sight; Therfore I axe deth and my jewise, But sle my felaw in the same wise, For both we have deserved to be slain. This worthy duk answred anon again, And sayd, This is a short conclusion, Your owen mouth, by your confession, Hath damned you, and I wol it recorde. It nedeth not to pine you with the corde: Ye shul be ded, by mighty Mars the rede. The quene anon for veray womanhede Gan for to wepe, and so did Emelie, And all the ladies in the compagnie. Gret pite was, it, as it thought hem alle, That ever swiche a chance shulde befalle, For gentil men they were of gret estat, And nothing but for love was this debat; And sawe hir blody woundes wide and sore, And alle criden bothe lesse and more, Have mercie, lord, upon us wimmen alle, And on hir bare knees adoun they falle, And wold have kist his feet ther as he stood, Till at the last, aslaked was his mood, (For pitee renneth sone in gentil herte,) And though he first for ire quoke and sterte, He hath considered shortly in a clause, The trespas of hem both, and eke the cause; And although that his ire hir gilt accused, Yet in his reson he hem both excused: As thus; he thought wel that every man Wol helpe himself in love, if that he can, And eke deliver himself out of prison; And eke his herte had compassion Of wimmen, for they wepten ever in on, And in his gentil herte he thoughte anon, And soft unto himself he sayed, Fie Upon a lord that wol have no mercie, But be a leon both in word and dede, To hem that ben in repentance and drede, As wel as to a proud dispitous man, That wol mainteinen that he first began.