Robert Henryson,
Chaucerian and Other Pieces — The Testament of Cresseid
(1897)
“ However it be, unto yon lazarous Than to us all; we knaw be his almous.' 'Quhat lord is yon?' quod sho, 'have ye na feill, Hes don to us so greit humanitie?' 'Yes,' quod a lipper-man, 'I knaw him weill; 535 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. Quhen sho, ourcom with syching sair and sad, 540 With mony cairfull cry and cald—'Ochane! Now is my breist with stormy stoundis stad, Wrappit in wo, ane wretch full will of wane' ”
