At that tyme for hym liste ryde so And he was clad in coote and hood of greene A sheef of pecok arwes bright and keene Vnder his belt he bar ful thriftily Wel koude he dresse his takel yemanly His arwes drowped noght with fetheres lowe And in his hand he bar a myghty bowe A notheed hadde he with a broun visage Of wodecraft wel koude he al the vsage Vpon his arm he bar a gay bracer And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler And on that oother syde a gay daggere Harneysed wel and sharp as poynt of spere A Cristofre on his brest of siluer sheene An horn he bar the bawdryk was of greene A forster was he soothly as I gesse Ther was also a Nonne a Prioresse That of hir smylyng was ful symple and coy Hir gretteste ooth was but by Seint Loy And she was clepyd madame Eglentyne Ful wel she soong the seruyce dyuyne Entuned in hir nose ful semely And frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe For frenssh of Parys was to hire vnknowe At mete wel ytaught was she withalle She leet no morsel from hir lyppes falle Ne wette hir fyngres in hir sauce deepe Wel koude she carye a morsel and wel keepe That no drope fille vpon hir brist