This royal marquis, richëly array’d, Lordës and ladies in his company, The which unto the feastë werë pray’d, And of his retinue the bach’lerý, With many a sound of sundry melody, Unto the village, of the which I told, In this array the right way did they hold.

Griseld’ of this (God wot) full innocent, That for her shapen 2487 was all this array, To fetchë water at a well is went, And home she came as soon as e’er she may. For well she had heard say, that on that day The marquis shouldë wed, and, if she might, She fain would have seen somewhat of that sight.