Ne deeth, allas! ne wol nat han my lyf;
Thus walke I, lyk a restelees caityf,
And on the ground, which is my modres gate,
I knokke with my staf, bothe erly and late,
And seye, “leve moder, leet me in!
Lo, how I vanish, flesh, and blood, and skin!
The lines above describe the the old man that the three delinquents encounter. He speaks of knowing death, but said that death would not take him because of how aged he had become. This leads me to suspect that this old man could possibly be death himself. The fact that he has been wondering for so long, with no end in sight makes it seem completely possible that he is. Plus he leads the three delinquents into the direction of the gold where all three of them find death. This shows that he could have possibly set up this trap for the three, then pointed them in the direction where they would meet their fates.
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