But bade anon apparailë 4169 his host. And suddenly, ere he was of it ware, God daunted all his pride, and all his boast; For he so sorë fell out of his chare, 4170 That it his limbës and his skin to-tare, So that he neither mightë go nor ride; But in a chairë men about him bare, Allë forbruised bothë back and side.

The wreche 4171 of God him smote so cruelly, That through his body wicked wormës crept, And therewithal he stank so horribly That none of all his meinie 4172 that him kept, Whether so that he woke or ellës slept, Ne mightë not of him the stink endure. In this mischíef he wailed and eke wept, And knew God Lord of every creatúre.