The remenant is as no thing.
He seith ek, if the pourpos holde
To sle the poeple, as thei tuo wolde,
Whan thei it mihte noght restore,
Al Grece it scholde abegge sore,
To se the wilde beste wone
Wher whilom duelte a mannes Sone:[1004] 1830
And for that cause he bad hem trete,
And stinte of the manaces grete.[1005]
P. i. 341