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And some will have a Prusse* shield, or targe; *Prussian

Some will be armed on their legges weel;

Some have an axe, and some a mace of steel.

There is no newe guise*, but it was old. *fashion

Armed they weren, as I have you told,

Evereach after his opinion.

There may'st thou see coming with Palamon

Licurgus himself, the great king of Thrace:

Black was his beard, and manly was his face.

The circles of his eyen in his head

They glowed betwixte yellow and red,

And like a griffin looked he about,

With kemped* haires on his browes stout; *combed

His limbs were great, his brawns were hard and strong,

His shoulders broad, his armes round and long.

And as the guise* was in his country, *fashion

Full high upon a car of gold stood he,

With foure white bulles in the trace.

Instead of coat-armour on his harness,

With yellow nails, and bright as any gold,

He had a beare's skin, coal-black for old*. *age

His long hair was y-kempt behind his back,

As any raven's feather it shone for black.

A wreath of gold *arm-great*, of huge weight, *thick as a man's arm*

Upon his head sate, full of stones bright,

Of fine rubies and clear diamants.

About his car there wente white alauns*, *greyhounds

Twenty and more, as great as any steer,

To hunt the lion or the wilde bear,

And follow'd him, with muzzle fast y-bound,

Collars of gold, and torettes* filed round. *rings

An hundred lordes had he in his rout* *retinue

Armed full well, with heartes stern and stout.

With Arcita, in stories as men find,

The great Emetrius the king of Ind,

Upon a *steede bay* trapped in steel, *bay horse*

Cover'd with cloth of gold diapred* well, *decorated

Came riding like the god of armes, Mars.

His coat-armour was of *a cloth of Tars*, *a kind of silk*

Couched* with pearls white and round and great *trimmed

His saddle was of burnish'd gold new beat;

A mantelet on his shoulders hanging,

Bretful* of rubies red, as fire sparkling. *brimful

His crispe hair like ringes was y-run,

And that was yellow, glittering as the sun.

His nose was high, his eyen bright citrine*, *pale yellow

His lips were round, his colour was sanguine,

A fewe fracknes* in his face y-sprent**, *freckles **sprinkled

Betwixte yellow and black somedeal y-ment* *mixed

And as a lion he *his looking cast* *cast about his eyes*

Of five and twenty year his age I cast* *reckon

His beard was well begunnen for to spring;

His voice was as a trumpet thundering.

Upon his head he wore of laurel green

A garland fresh and lusty to be seen;

Upon his hand he bare, for his delight,

An eagle tame, as any lily white.

An hundred lordes had he with him there,

All armed, save their heads, in all their gear,

Full richely in alle manner things.

For trust ye well, that earles, dukes, and kings

Were gather'd in this noble company,

For love, and for increase of chivalry.

About this king there ran on every part

Full many a tame lion and leopart.

And in this wise these lordes *all and some* *all and sundry*

Be on the Sunday to the city come

Aboute prime, and in the town alight.

This Theseus, this Duke, this worthy knight

When he had brought them into his city,

And inned* them, ev'reach at his degree, *lodged

He feasteth them, and doth so great labour

To *easen them*, and do them all honour, *make them comfortable*

That yet men weene* that no mannes wit *think

Of none estate could amenden* it. *improve

The minstrelsy, the service at the feast,

The greate giftes to the most and least,

The rich array of Theseus' palace,

Nor who sate first or last upon the dais.

What ladies fairest be, or best dancing

Or which of them can carol best or sing,

Or who most feelingly speaketh of love;

What hawkes sitten on the perch above,

What houndes liggen* on the floor adown, *lie

Of all this now make I no mentioun

But of th'effect; that thinketh me the best

Now comes the point, and hearken if you lest.* *please

The Sunday night, ere day began to spring,

When Palamon the larke hearde sing,

Although it were not day by houres two,

Yet sang the lark, and Palamon