Out of the grove that I speke of before I se come first, all in their clokis white, A company that wore for ther delite Chapèlets fresh of okis serial But newly sprong, and trumpets were they all; On every trump hanging a brode bannere Of fine tartarium, full richly bete, Every trumpet his lord'is armis bere About ther nekkis, with grete perlis sete, Collaris brode, for cost they wou'd not lete, As it would seem, for ther scochons echone Were set about with many a precious stone; Ther horsis harneis was all white also; And aftir them next in one company Camin kingis at armis and no mo, In clokis of white cloth with gold richly, Chaplets of grene on ther heds on hye, The crownis that they on ther scotchons bere Were set with perl, and ruby, and saphere, And eke grete diamondis many one; But all ther horsis harneis and other gere Was in a sute according everichone, As ye have herd the foresaid trumpets were, And by seming they were nothing to lere, And ther guiding they did so manirly; And aftir them came a gret company Of heraudeis and pursevauntis eke, Arrayid in clothis of white velvet, And hardily they were nothing to seke How they on them shouldin the harneis set, And every man had on a chapèlet, Scotchonis and eke horse harneis in dede They had in sute of them that 'fore them yede. Next after these appere in armour bright, All save ther hedis, semely knightis nine, And every clasp and nail, as to my sight, Of ther harneis were of red gold so fine, With cloth of gold, and furrid with ermine, Were the tappouris of their stedis strong, Both wide and large, that to the ground did hong; And every boss of bridle and paitrel That they had on was worth, as I would wene, A thousand pound; and on ther hedis well Dressid were crounis of the laurir grene, The best ymade that evir I had sene; And every knight had aftir him riding Thre henchmen, still upon him awaiting; Of which every (first) on a short trunchon His lord'is helmet bore so richly dight That the worst of them was worth the ransoume Of any king; the second a shield bright Bare at his back; the thred barin upright A mighty spere, full sharp yground and kene, And every child ware of levis grene A fresh chap'let upon his hairis bright; And clokis white of fine velvet they were; Ther stedis trappid and arayid right, Without difference as ther lordis were; And aftir them on many a fresh coursere There came of armid knightis such a rout That they besprad the large field about; And all they werin, aftir ther degrees, Chappèlets new, or made of laurir grene, Or some of oke, or some of othir trees, Some in ther hondis barin boughis shene, Some of laurir, and some of okis bene,