Sir, no need, I promise you; Two hours before you came here I was told. He was a friend of yours in the days of old, And suddenly, last night, the man was slain.
Here, chaps! The three of us together now, Hold up your hands, And we will kill this traitor Death, I say!
And you're his spy, by God! Say where he is or you shall pay for it, By God and by the Holy Sacrament!
If it be your design to find out Death, turn up this crooked way towards that grove, I left him there today under a tree, and there you'll find him waiting.
We draw for lots and see the way it goes; the one who draws the longest, lucky man, shall run to town as quickly as he can to fetch us some bread and wine while two remain in hiding.
You know that you can trust me as a brother; So that we shared it out -the two of us- wouldn't you take it as a friendly act? When he comes back, get up in fun to have a wrestle; then, as you attack, I'll up and put my dagger through his back then draw your dagger too and do the same.
Lord, to think I might have all that treasure to myself alone! Could there be anyone beneath the throne of God so happy as I then should be?