Had on him throwe a vesture
Which men clepe a coate armure.
Then saw I in anothir place,
Standing in a large space,
Of hem that maken bloudy soun,
In trumpet, beme, and clarioun.
Then saw I stande on thother side
Streight downe to the doores wide,
From the deis many a pillere
Of metall, that shone not full clere,