That his pourpos aboute he broghte,
And wente awey unaparceived.
Thus hath the man his god deceived,[610]
His ryng, his mantell and his beerd,
As he which nothing was a feerd,[611]7150*
Al prively with him he bar:
And whan the wardeins weren war
Of that here god despuiled was,
Hem thoghte it was a wonder cas,
How that a man for eny wele