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[…]

The heavy rain caused the roof to fall in.

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.