With Arcita, in stories as men find, The great Emetrius the king of Ind, Upon a steedë bay, 616 trapped in steel, Cover’d with cloth of gold diápred 617 well, Came riding like the god of armës, Mars. His coat-armoúr was of a cloth of Tars, 618 Couched 619 with pearlës white and round and great. His saddle was of burnish’d gold new beat; A mantëlet on his shoulders hanging Bretful 620 of rubies red, as fire sparkling. His crispë hair like ringës was y-run, 621 And that was yellow, glittering as the sun. His nose was high, his eyen bright citrine, 622