At the end of this part of the depiction of Troilus's agony, he finally moves his gaze from the yonders of the past to the yonders of the present: Lo, yonder is myn owene lady free, / Or ellis yonder, ther tho tentes be (669-70).

Either I misspoke or you misheard.

The heavy rain caused the roof to fall in.

So they passed through the Palace Gates and were led into a big room with a green carpet and lovely green furniture set with emeralds. The soldier made them all wipe their feet upon a green mat before entering this room, and when they were seated he said politely[…]