. . . . . . . . . . . . 819 And the good squyres after h[ym], That knyghtes sholde be. 821 As they were a-myddes theyr . . . The kynge wolde not forgete, To Torente than sayd he, 824 [Sidenote: do a deed of arms for Desonell.] He sayd: ‘so god me saue, Fayne thou woldest my dough[ter haue], Thou hast loued her many a d[aye].’ 827 ‘Ye, by my trouthe,’ sayd Torente, ‘And I were a ryche man, Ryght gladly by my faye.’ 830 ‘If thou durst for her sake A poynte of armes vndertake, Thou broke her vp for ay.’ 833 [Sidenote: ‘Yes,’ says Torrent.] ‘Ye,’ sayde he, ‘or I go, Sykernes thou make me so Of thy doughter hende. 836 Ye and after all my ryghtes By VII score of hardy knyghtes’ Al they were Torentes frende. 839 ‘Now, good lordes, I you praye, Bere wytnes of this day Agayne yf god me sende!’ 842 [Sidenote: ‘Then go to Calabria, and fight the Giant Slogus.’] Torente sayd, ‘so may I the, Wyst I, where my jorney shold [be], Thyder I wolde me dyghte.’ 845 The kyng gaue hym an answ[e]re, ‘In the londe of Caleb[e]re There wonneth a gyaunte wygh[hte] 848 . . . . . . . . . . . . Slogus he hyght as I the tolde, God sende the that waye ryghte!’ 851 [[_all lines indented as shown_]] [Headnote: FRAG. 4. TORRENT WILL NOT GIVE UP HIS GIANT-FIGHT.] IV.[F4] [Footnote F4: In Halliwell’s edition V.] [_Torrent is offerd a Princess of Provyns._] [Sidenote: The king of Provyns warns him against the terrible Giant there,] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . For why I wyll the saye, 917 Moche folke of that countre Cometh heder for socoure to me, Bothe by nyghte and by daye. 920 There is a gyaunte of grete renowne, He destroyeth bothe cyte and towne And all that he may. 923 As bokes of rome tell, He was goten with the deuyll of hell, As his moder slepynge lay.’ 926 [Sidenote: and offers him his Daughter and 2 Duchies. Torrent says he must keep his troth.] The kynge sayde, ‘by Saynt Adryan, I rede, a nother gentylman Be there and haue the degre. 929 I haue a doughter, that me is dere, Thou shalte wedde her to thy fere, And yf it thy wyll be, 932 Two duchyes in honde I wyll gyue her in londe.’ ‘Gramercy, syr,’ sayd he, 935 ‘With my tonge I haue so wrought, To breke my day wyll I nought, Nedes me behoueth there to be.’ 938 [Sidenote: Torrent starts,]