Behold my blody woundes depe and wide: 15021 Arife up erly in the morwe tide, And at the weft gate of the toun (quod he) A carte ful of donge ther shalt thou fee, My gold caufed my mordre, foth to fain. 15025 And told him every point how he was flain And trufteth wel his dreme he found ful trewe; For on the morwe as fone as it was day 15032 To his felawes inne he toke his way, And whan that he came to this oxes ftalle After his felaw he began to calle. The hofteler antwered him anon, 15035 And faide, Sire, your felaw is agon; As fone as day he went out of the toun. This man gan fallen in fufpecioun, Remembring on his dremes that he mette, And forth he goth, no lenger wold he lette, 15040 A dong carte as it went for to dong lond, 15045 And happed fo they came into a toun That on of hem was logged in a stalle, 14995 15000 Fer in a yerd, with oxen of the plough, 15005 That us governeth all, as in commune. And so befell that long or it were day This man met in his bed ther as he lay This man out of his flepe for fere abraide; 15010 15015 And at the thridde time yet his felaw Behold my blody woundes depe and wide: 15021 Arife up erly in the morwe tide, And at the weft gate of the toun (quod he) A carte ful of donge ther shalt thou see, In which my body is hid prively; 35025 Do thilke carte arresten boldely. My gold caufed my mordre, foth to fain. And told him every point how he was flain And trufteth wel his dreme he found ful trewe; For on the morwe as fone as it was day To his felawes inne he toke his way, And whan that he came to this oxes ftalle After his felaw he began to calle. The hofteler antwered him anon, And faide, Sire, your felaw is agon; 45032 15035 As fone as day he went out of the toun. Remembring on his dremes that he mette, And forth he goth, no lenger wold he lette, 15040 A dong carte as it went for to dong lond, 15045 3 Icrie out on the miniftres, quod he, What fhuld I more unto this tale fain? O blisful God! that art so good and trewe, 15050 33955 15060 And right anon the ministres of the toun Han hent the carter, and fo fore him pined, 15065 And eke the hofteler fo fore engined, That they beknew hir wickedneffe anon, And were anhanged by the necke bon. Here moun ye fee that dremes ben to drede. And certes in the fame book I rede, Right in the nexte chapitre after this, (I gabbe not, so have I joye and blis) 15070 15975 That flood ful mery upon an haven fide: But on a day, agein the even tide, The wind gan change, and blew right as hem left: And caften hem ful erly for to faile; He mette a wonder dreme again the day: 15080 Him thought a man stood by his beddes fide, 15085 And praied him his viage for to let; 15090 15095 Men dreme of thing that never was ne fhal. 15ICO But fith I fee that thou wolt here abide, And thus forflouthen wilfully thy tide, God wot it reweth me; and have good day: And thus he took his leve, and went his way. |