IV.
On the morn he asks for his arms.
He dowelleȝ þer al þat day, and dresseȝ on þe morn,
Askeȝ erly hys armeȝ, & alle were þay broȝt
Fyrst a tule tapit, tyȝt ouer þe flet,
& miche watȝ þe gyld gere þat glent þer alofte;
Þe stif mon steppeȝ þeron, & þe stel hondoleȝ,
Dubbed in a dublet of a dere tars,
& syþen a crafty capados, closed aloft,
Þat wyth a bryȝt blaunner was bounden with-inne;
Þenne set þay þe sabatounȝ vpon þe segge foteȝ,
His legeȝ lapped in stel with luflych greueȝ,
With polayneȝ piched þer-to, policed ful clene,
Aboute his kneȝ knaged wyth knoteȝ of golde;
Queme quyssewes þen, þat coyntlych closed
His thik þrawen þyȝeȝ with þwonges to-tachched;
& syþen þe brawden bryne of bryȝt stel ryngeȝ,
Vmbe-weued þat wyȝ, vpon wlonk stuffe;
& wel bornyst brace vpon his boþe armes,
With gode cowters & gay, & gloueȝ of plate,
& alle þe godlych gere þat hym gayn schulde
Þat tyde;
Wyth ryche cote armure,
His gold sporeȝ spend with pryde,
Gurde wyth a bront ful sure,
With silk sayn vmbe his syde.