of a gnat, so may I thrive; For on thy bed thy wife I saw him swive.” What will ye more? the crow anon him told, By sadë 4981 tokens, and by wordës bold, How that his wife had done her lechery, To his great shame and his great villainy; And told him oft, he saw it with his eyen. This Phoebus gan awayward for to wrien; 4982 Him thought his woeful heartë burst in two. His bow he bent, and set therein a flo, 4983 And in his ire he hath his wifë slain; This is th’ effect, there is no more to sayn. For sorrow of which he brake his minstrelsy, Both harp and lute, gitérn 4984 and psaltery; And eke he brake his arrows and his bow; And after that thus spake he to the crow.