Ready, too, were the weapons for the right good knights. Weary were the noble maids from all their cares. All was found in fitting measure, and for this they gave the ladies thanks. All who saw them could not but aver that never in the world had they seen attire more fair. Therefore they wore it gladly at the court.
None wist how to tell of better knightly weeds.
Nor did they fail to give great thanks. Then the lusty knights craved leave to go, and this the lordings did in courtly wise. Bright eyes grew dim and moist thereat from weeping. Ye might find nearer home a wife of as high a birth. I ween their hearts did tell them what would hap.