Fair in the sand, to bathe 4388 her merrily, Lies Partelote, and all her sisters by, Against the sun, and Chanticleer so free Sang merrier than the mermaid in the sea; For Physiologus saith sickerly, 4389 How that they singë well and merrily. 4390 And so befell that, as he cast his eye Among the wortës, 4391 on a butterfly, He was ware of this fox that lay full low. Nothing ne list him thennë 4392 for to crow, But cried anon “Cock! cock!” and up he start, As man that was affrayed in his heart. For naturally a beast desireth flee From his contráry, 4393 if be may it see,