To the palace, altho’ he was poorly arrai’d;
Then they stript off his cloaths, both his shirt, shoes, and hose,
And they put him in bed for to take his repose.
Having pull’d off his shirt, which was all over durt,
They did give him clean holland, this was no great hurt:
On a bed of soft down, like a lord of renown,
They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his crown.
In the morning when day, then admiring[[485]] he lay,
For to see the rich chamber both gaudy and gay.
Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,