Quod tho Criseyde, 'go we, uncle dere';
1725
And arm in arm inward with him she wente,
Avysed wel hir wordes and hir chere;
And Pandarus, in ernestful manere,
Seyde, 'alle folk, for goddes love, I preye,
Stinteth right here, and softely yow pleye.
1730
248. Aviseth yow what folk ben here with-inne,
And in what plyt oon is, god him amende!