Bot ſo befell hyme [on] that nycht to meit An aperans, the wich one to his ſpreit 364 [Sidenote: That night he dreamt that his hair all fell off;] It ſemyth that of al his hed ye hore Of fallith and maid deſolat; wharfore The king therof was pensyve in his mynd, That al the day he couth no reſting fynde, 368 [Sidenote: which made him delay his journey.] Wich makith hyme his Iorneye to delaye. And ſo befell apone the thrid day, The bricht ſone, paſing in the weſt, Haith maid his courß, and al thing goith to Reſt; 372 [Sidenote: Again he dreamt, that his bowels fell out, and lay beside him.] The king, ſo as the ſtory can dewyß, He thoght aȝeine, apone the ſamyne wyß, His vombe out fallith vith his hoil syde [Fol. 6.] Apone the ground, {and} liging hyme beſid; 376 Throw wich anon out of his ſlep he ſtert, Abaſit and adred in to his hart. [Sidenote: He told the queen, who answered, “No man should respect vain dreams.”] The wich be morow one to the qwen he told, And ſhe aȝeine to hyme haith anſuer ȝolde; 380 “To dremys, ſ{ir}, ſhuld no man have Reſpek, For thei ben thing{is} weyn, of non affek.” “Well,” q{uo}d the king, “god grant It ſo befall!” [Headnote: HE SENDS FOR HIS CLERKS.] [Sidenote: The king next shewed his dream to a clerk,] Arly he roß, and gert one to hyme call 384 O clerk, to whome that al his hewynes Tweching his drem ſhewith he expreß, [Sidenote: who said, “Sir, such things testify nothing.”] Wich anſuer yaf and ſeith one to the kinge; “Shir, no Record lyith to ſuch thing; 388 Wharfor now, ſhir, I praye yow tak no kep, Nore traiſt in to the vanyteis of slep; For thei are thing{is} that aſkith no credens, But cauſith of ſum maner influe{n}s, 392 Empriß of thoght, ore ſup{er}fleuytee, Or than ſum othir caſualytee.” [Sidenote: “Yet,” replied he, “I shall not leave it so.”] “Ȝit,” q{uo}d the king, “I ſal no{ch}t leif It so;” And furth he chargit meſinger{is} to go 396 Throgh al his Realm, w{i}t{h}outen more demande, [Sidenote: He bade all the bishops and clergy come to Camelot within twenty days.] And bad them ſtratly at thei ſhulde comande All the biſhopes, and makyng no delay The ſhuld appere be the tuenty day 400 At camelot, with al thar hol clergy That moſt expert war, for to certefye A mat{er} tueching to his goſt be nyght; The meſag goith furth with the l{ett}res Right. 404