arayse

That forto say yow how she ware hir gere Hit was ydoon hardly at poynt devise, And if that y shall say you what sche were-- But verry god, me pought it passyng nyse (All though it riche were of a wondir prise!) For euyrmore the coloure gan to chaunge, So semyd me hit surcot verry straunge, For the body was kowchid thorugh & thorugh As eurymore a Saphir and a balayse, That to biholde it, as y tolde yow now, So as the playtis vp and downe arayse, So did dyuerse the hewe in sondry wise, For, though on wey the Safir shewid blew, This way the balise geveth a purpil hew.