Not far on this road he came upon a little group.

Two men in sober suits stood leaning lazily on each side of a horse, talking to one another.
The rider, in a silk doublet and bright green jerkin and hose, both of English cloth, glossy as a mole, lay flat on his stomach in the afternoon sun, and looked an enormous lizard.

His velvet cloak (flaming yellow) was carefully spread over the horse's loins.
"Is aught amiss ?" inquired Gerard.
"Not that I wot of," replied one of the servants.
"But your master, he lies like a corpse.

Are ye not ashamed to let him grovel on the ground ?" "Go to; the bare ground is the best cure for his disorder.

If you get sober in bed, it gives you a headache; but you leap up from the hard ground like a lark in spring.