Or hous, or any other thing. And whan thou hast of ought knowing, Loke that thou warne me, And I anoon shal telle thee How fer that thou art now therfro.' 895 And I adoun gan loken tho, And beheld feldes and plaines, And now hilles, and now mountaines, (390) Now valeys, and now forestes, And now, unethes, grete bestes; 900 Now riveres, now citees, Now tounes, and now grete trees, Now shippes sailinge in the see. But thus sone in a whyle he Was flowen fro the grounde so hyë, 905 That al the world, as to myn yë, No more semed than a prikke; Or elles was the air so thikke (400) That I ne mighte not discerne. With that he spak to me as yerne, 910 And seyde: 'Seestow any [toun] Or ought thou knowest yonder doun?' I seyde, 'Nay.' 'No wonder nis,' Quod he, 'for half so high as this Nas Alexander Macedo; 915 Ne the king, dan Scipio, That saw in dreme, at point devys, Helle and erthe, and paradys; (410) Ne eek the wrecche Dedalus, Ne his child, nyce Icarus, 920 That fleigh so highe that the hete His winges malt, and he fel wete In-mid the see, and ther he dreynte, For whom was maked moch compleynte. 'Now turn upward,' quod he, 'thy face, 925 And behold this large place, This air; but loke thou ne be Adrad of hem that thou shalt see; (420) For in this regioun, certein, Dwelleth many a citezein, 930 Of which that speketh dan Plato. These ben the eyrish bestes, lo!' And so saw I al that meynee Bothe goon and also flee. 'Now,' quod he tho, 'cast up thyn yë; 935 See yonder, lo, the Galaxyë, Which men clepeth the Milky Wey, For hit is whyt: and somme, parfey, (430) Callen hit Watlinge Strete: That ones was y-brent with hete, 940 Whan the sonnes sone, the rede, That highte Pheton, wolde lede Algate his fader cart, and gye. The cart-hors gonne wel espye That he ne coude no governaunce 945 And gonne for to lepe and launce, And beren him now up, now doun, Til that he saw the Scorpioun, (440) Which that in heven a signe is yit. And he, for ferde, loste his wit, 950 Of that, and leet the reynes goon Of his hors; and they anoon Gonne up to mounte, and doun descende Til bothe the eyr and erthe brende; Til Iupiter, lo, atte laste, 955