| | And ouer that his cote armure | |
| 155 | As whit as is the lily flour | |
| | In whiche he wol debate | |
| | His sheld was al of gold so reed | |
| | And therynne was a boris hed | |
| | A karbokil be his syde | |
| 160 | And there se swoor an ale and bred | |
| | How that the Ieaunt shal be ded | |
| | Betyde what may be tyde | |
| | His Iambedeux were of quyreboly | |
| | His swerdis shethe of Iuory | |
| 165 | His helm of latoun bright | |
| | His sadyl was of rewelbone | |
| | His bridyl as the sonne shoon | |
| | Or as the mone light | |
| | His spere was of fyn Cypresse | |
| 170 | That bedith werre and no thing pees | |
| | The hed ful sharp y grounde | |
| | His stede was al dappyl grey | |
| | It goth an ambil in the way | |
| | Ful softely and rounde | |
| | Lo lordis here is o fit | |
| | If ye wol ony more of it | |
| | To telle yet wil I fonde | |
| | N | Ow hold your mouth pour charite | |
| 180 | Bothe knyght and lady fre | |
| | And herkenyth to my spelle | |
| | Of a bataylle of chyualrye | |
| | And of ladyes loue drury | |
