IV.
On the morn he asks for his arms.
He dowelle3 þer al þat day, and dresse3 on þe morn,
Aske3 erly hys arme3, & alle were þay bro3t
Fyrst a tule tapit, ty3t ouer þe flet,
& miche wat3 þe gyld gere þat glent þer alofte;
Þe stif mon steppe3 þeron, & þe stel hondole3,
Dubbed in a dublet of a dere tars,
& syþen a crafty capados, closed aloft,
Þat wyth a bry3t blaunner was bounden with-inne;
Þenne set þay þe sabatoun3 vpon þe segge fote3,
His lege3 lapped in stel with luflych greue3,
With polayne3 piched þer-to, policed ful clene,
Aboute his kne3 knaged wyth knote3 of golde;
Queme quyssewes þen, þat coyntlych closed
His thik þrawen þy3e3 with þwonges to-tachched;
& syþen þe brawden bryne of bry3t stel rynge3,
Vmbe-weued þat wy3, vpon wlonk stuffe;
& wel bornyst brace vpon his boþe armes,
With gode cowters & gay, & gloue3 of plate,
& alle þe godlych gere þat hym gayn schulde
Þat tyde;
Wyth ryche cote armure,
His gold spore3 spend with pryde,
Gurde wyth a bront ful sure,
With silk sayn vmbe his syde.