And up they stirte, al dronken in this rage,

And forth they goon towardes that village

Of which the taverner hadde spoke biforn.

And many a grisly ooth thanne han they sworn,

And cristes blessed body al torente

Deeth shal be deed, if that they may hym hente!

...When he'd said his piece

The rest agreed, and the three friends hit the streets

And went to seek their destiny and provoke a confrontation,

In a drunken rage hoping Death would come and face them.

Their intoxication made them sure of their purpose

And fed the infernal furnace of their courage,