A blade in hande, he bloudy rusty bore,
Was all his harnesse from his shoulders tore.
His armes and handes were all embrued in bloud,
So was his breste, but all the rest beside
Seemde rayde with matter vyle, or slimy mud,
With red and yelowe as it were bedide:
You scarcely could the sight therof abide:
Yet sith he seemde some worthy wight to be,
It brought by farre lesse squemishnes to me.
[661] Which I do beare. N.