Gettin' Medieval

Hark, what doth be that sound of splintered wood upon ringing metal? It be the noblest of the noble challenge, the joust. Doth thee wish to joust me? Upon thine glove slap I do accept thine challenge and I must hark thee bring thine 'A' game as it is I who has brought down many a score of knight before thee. Mine steed is swift, mine lance is sharp and once I bequeath thine chest with its end, thou shalt meet thou's own end. Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha.