Till it was passed undern of the day,

Waiting his time on Chanticleer to fall,

As gladly do these homicidés all

That in await liggen to murder men.

O falsé murderer! rucking in thy den,

O newé Scariot, newé Ganelon!

O false dissimuler, O Greek Simon!

That broughtest Troy all utterly to sorrow.

O Chanticleer, accursed be the morrow

That thou into thy yard flew from thy beams