after their fantasies, Rehearsing of the oldë poetries, And said that it was like the Pegasé, 3077 The horse that haddë wingës for to flee; Or else it was the Greekë’s horse Sinon, 3078 That broughtë Troyë to destructión, As men may in the oldë gestës 3079 read. “Mine heart,” quoth one, “is evermore in dread; I trow some men of armës be therein, That shapë them 3080 this city for to win: It were right good that all such thing were know.” Another rowned 3081 to his fellow low, And said, “He lies; for it is rather like An ápparéncë made by some magíc, As jugglers playen at these feastës great.” Of sundry doubts they jangle thus and treat.