His here was growen thorowe oute his hat. 350

Thenne I behelde how he dysgysed was:

His hede was heuy for watchynge ouer nyghte,

His eyen blereed, his face shone lyke a glas;

His gowne so shorte that it ne couer myghte

His rumpe, he wente so all for somer lyghte;

His hose was garded wyth a lyste of grene,

Yet at the knee they were broken, I wene.

His cote was checked[302] with patches rede and blewe;

Of Kyrkeby Kendall was his shorte demye;