When said was this mirácle, every man As sober 3849 was, that wonder was to see, Till that our Host to japen 3850 he began, And then at erst 3851 he looked upon me, And saidë thus; “What man art thou?” quoth he; “Thou lookest as thou wouldest find an hare, For ever on the ground I see thee stare.
“Approachë near, and look up merrily. Now ware you, Sirs, and let this man have place. He in the waist is shapen as well as I; 3852 This were a puppet in an arm t’ embrace For any woman small and fair of face. He seemeth elvish 3853 by his countenánce, For unto no wight doth he dalliánce.