“O stormy people, unsad 2680 and ev’r untrue, And undiscreet, and changing as a vane, Delighting ev’r in rumour that is new, For like the moon so waxë ye and wane: Aye full of clapping, dear enough a jane, 2681 Your doom 2682 is false, your constance evil preveth, 2683 A full great fool is he that you believeth.”

Thus saidë the sad 2684 folk in that citý, When that the people gazed up and down; For they were glad, right for the novelty, To have a newë lady of their town. No more of this now make I mentioún, But to Griseld’ again I will me dress, And tell her constancy and business.