Upon this cloak he set it down,
The mouth he opened wide,
To turn the same he made him bown,[265]
The young men ready spy’d ;
In every hand he took a nook
Of that great leathren ‘mail,’ [266]
And with a fling the meal he shook
Into their face all hail : {111}
Wherewith he blinded them so close,
A stime they could not see ;