English poem
Xliii
But threw his gauntlet as a sacred pledge, His cause in combat the next day to try: So been they parted both, with harts on edge To be aveng'd each on his enimy. That night they pas in joy and jollity, Feasting and courting both in bowre and hall; For Steward was excessive Gluttonie, That of his plenty poured forth to all; Which doen, the Chamberlain Slowth did to rest them call.