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Now shall I of their service say you no more,

For well may ye weet, no wánt was among them.

Another note full new was sounded anon,

That the folk might have leave to fall to their vittails.

But the noise of that note had nó while ceas’d

Or the first course in the court full kindly been serv’d,

When there flúng in, on foal, a fearsome master,

His stature the tallest and stoutest on earth,

His body to the waist so broad and so burly,

And his loins and his limbs so long and so great,

Half giant at first they judg’d he might be,

But a man he was truly, the mightiest of mould

And the finest of figure that on foal might ride.

For of back and of breast his body was big,

Yet his waist and his womb were worthily small,

And his members, each one, match’d them in measure,

full clean.

All wonder’d at his hue,

And eke his lordly mien;

He seem’d bold knight and true,

But glow’d all over green.