‘By my word’, quoth the leader of the party, ‘it is long till thou shalt go on thy pilgrimage.’
‘Say not so; it shall be done’, quoth the buffoon: ‘but I will go with them here on my pilgrimage, now without delay.’
‘We had (thy) word’, say the jesters, ‘that thou wouldst not take our dresses with thee, for nought of the raiment upon you is thine own.’
‘It is not that which will keep me with you’, quoth he. So everything was stripped off him, and they let him go from them to the boat, fierce, stark-naked.