He was pale as a stone ball, in a palsy he seemed,
And clothed in rough cloth, I do not know how to describe it;
In an under-jacket and short coat, and a knife by his side;
The sleeves were like those of a friar’s habit.
Piers Plowman, V. 78-81.
[37] A pity.
[38] meadow.
[39] i. e. companion to another.
[40] of the most graceful shape.
[41] plowed.
[42] Thou art hard to carry.
[43] ignorant.
[44] tellers of tales or gestes.