IX
All gaily in green this gallant was gear’d, And the hair of his head with his horse was in suit;
- Fair waving locks that enfolded his shoulders,
- A great beard like a bush o’er his breast falling,
- Which with the athel hair that hung from his head
- Was bobb’d all about, the elbows above,
- That the half of his arms it halchèd thereunder,
- Like a King’s capados that clings on him close.
The mane of his horse full meetly it match’d, Well crispèd and comb’d, with knots very many Folden with fildor the fair green amongst— A harl of the hair with a harl of the gold: His tail and his topping were twinèd in suit, Bounden were both with a bright green band, And dubb’d with rich stones to the dock’s end; On his head was a wharl-knot wound with a ribbon, Where many bells full bright of brent gold rung.
Such a foal upon field, such a rider on foal, No eye in that hall had beheld ere that hour, Pardie!
He look’d as levin, bright, Said all that did him see; Them thought that no man might Endure his dints to dree.