But for to tellen yow / of his arrayHise hors weere goode / but he ne was nat gayOf Fustian / he wered a gypoıı̄unAl bismotered / with his haubergeoıı̄unFor he was laate / comen from his viageAnd wente / for to doon his pilgrymage¶ With hym / ther was his sone a yong SquyerSquyer.A louere / and a lusty BachilerWith lokkes crulle / as they weere leyd in p̉resseOf .xx. yeer / he was of age I gesseOf his stature / he was of euene lengtheAnd wonderly delyuere / and of greet strengtheAnd he hadde been som tyme / in chiuachyeIn Flaundres / in Artoys / and PicardyeAnd been hym wel / as in so litel spaceIn hope / to stonden / in his lady grace¶ Embrouded was he / as it weere a meedeAl ful of fresshe floures / white and reedeSyngynge he was / or floytynge al the dayHe was as fressh / as is the Monthe of MayShort was his gowne / with sleues / longe ⁊and wydeWel koude he sitte on hors / and faire rydeHe koude songes wel make / and enditeIuste and eek daunce / and wel portreye and writeSo hoote he loued / that by nyghtertaleHe slepte namoore / than dooth a nyghtyngaleCurteys he was / lowely / and seruysableAnd carf biforn his fader / at the table¶ A Yeman he hadde / and seruantz namoYeman.At that tyme / for hym liste ryde soAnd he was clad / in coote and hood of greeneA sheef of Pecok arwes / bright and keene Vnder his belt / he bar ful thriftilyWel koude he dresse his takel yemanlyHis arwes drowped noght with fetheres loweAnd in his hand / he bar a myghty boweA not heed hadde he / with a broun visageOf wodecraft / koude he wel al the vsageVp on his arm / he bar a gay bracerAnd by his syde / a swerd and a Bokeler