" Bad fighting, good dying, " said Strong Belwas. " Strong Belwas hates it when they scream" . He had finished all the honeyed locusts. He gave a belch and took a swig of wine.
One fascination of Langland's verse is the number of voices it accommodates, from the cries of street-vendors and the exclamations of the poor to the honeyed words of Lady Meed and the eloquence of moral lawyers.