And then I promise 'par ma fay'
That thou shalt feel this javelin gay,
And dread its wondrous power.
To-morrow we shall meet again,
And I will pierce thee, if I may,
Upon the golden prime of day; -
And here you shall be slain."

19.
Sir Thopas drew aback full fast;
The giant at him huge stones cast,
Which from a staff-sling fly;
But well escaped the Childe Thopas,
And it was all through God's good grace,
And through his bearing high.

20.
Still listen, gentles, to my tale,
Merrier than the nightingale; -
For now I must relate,
How that Sir Thopas rideth o'er
Hill and dale and bright sea-shore,
E'en to his own estate.

21.
His merry men commandeth he
To make for him the game and glee;
For needs he must soon fight
With a giant fierce, with strong heads three,
For paramour and jollity,