There clothyng was of colour ful covenable; The noble Mair clad in red velwet, The Shireves, the Aldermen, ful notable, In furryd clokes, the colour of scarlet; In statly wyse whanne they were met, Ich on were wel horsyd, and mad no delay,[153] But with there Maire rood forth in there way. [Footnote 153: Eche oon well horsed made no delay.] The Citezeyns ich on of the Citee, In there entent that they were pure and clene; Ches them of whit a ful faire lyvere, In evry craft as it was wel sene; To shewe the trowthe that they dede mene, Toward the kyng hadde mad them feithfully, In sundry devyses embrowdyd richely.