Hes don to us so greit humanitie?'
535
'Yes,' quod a lipper-man, 'I knaw him weill;
Shir Troilus it is, gentill and free.'
Quhen Cresseid understude that it was he,
Stiffer than steill thair stert ane bitter stound
Throwout hir hart, and fell doun to the ground.
540
Quhen sho, ourcom with syching sair and sad,
With mony cairfull cry and cald—'Ochane!