215
This Troilus is clomben on the staire,
And litel weneth that he moot descenden.
But al-day [falleth] thing that foles [ne wenden].
32. As proude [Bayard] ginneth for to skippe
Out of the wey, so priketh him his corn,
220
Til he a lash have of the longe whippe,
Than thenketh he, 'though I praunce al biforn
First in the trays, ful fat and newe shorn,