VII.

There was no want of anything. Now wyl I of hor seruise say yow no more, For vch wyȝe may wel wit no wont þat þer were; Scarcely had the first course commenced, 132 An oþer noyse ful newe ne3ed biliue, Þat þe lude my3t haf leue lif-lode to cach. For vneþe wat3 þe noyce not a whyle sesed, & þe fyrst cource in þe court kyndely serued, when there rushes in at the hall-door a knight; 136 Þer hales in at þe halle dor an aghlich mayster, On þe most on þe molde on mesure hyghe; Fro þe swyre to þe swange so sware & so þik, the tallest on earth & his lyndes & his lymes so longe & so grete, [Fol. 93.] 140 Half etayn in erde I hope þat he were. he must have been. Bot mon most I algate mynn hym to bene, & þat þe myriest in his muckel þat my3t ride; His back and breast were great, For of bak & of brest al were his bodi sturne, but his belly and waist were small. 144 Bot his wombe & his wast were worthily smale, & alle his fetures fol3ande, in forme þat he hade, ful clene; For wonder of his hwe men hade, 148 Set in his semblaunt sene; He ferde as freke were fade, & ouer-al enker grene.