He sodeynly mot falle in-to wodnesse,
795
But-if god helpe; and cause why this is,
He seyth him told is, of a freend of his,
How that ye [sholde love] oon that hatte Horaste,
For sorwe of which this night shalt been his laste.'
115. Criseyde, which that al this wonder herde,
800
Gan sodeynly aboute hir herte colde,
And with a syk she sorwfully answerde,