To sleen swich oon, if that he mente trouthe.
96. Now mighte som [envyous] Iangle thus,
'This was a sodeyn love, how mighte it be
That she so lightly lovede Troilus
Right for the firste sighte; ye, pardee?'
670
Now who-so seyth so, mote he never thee!
For every thing, a ginning hath it nede
Er al be wrought, with-outen any drede.
97. For I sey nought that she so sodeynly