Ware the sun in his ascension Ne find you not replete of humours hot: And if it do, I dare well lay a groat, That ye shall have a fever tertian, Or an ague, that may be youre bane. A day or two ye shall have digestives Of wormes, ere ye take your laxatives, Of lauriol, centaury, and fumetere,[310] Or else of hellebore, that growreth there, Of catapuce,[311] or of gaitres-berries,[312] Of herb ivy growing in our yard, that merry is: Pick hem up right as they grow, and eat hem in. Be merry, husband, for your father kin Dreadeth no dream; I can say you no more." "Madame," quoth he, "_grand mercy_ of" your lore. But natheless, as touching Dan Caton, That hath of wisdom such a great renown, Though that he bade no dreames for to drede, By God, men may in olde bookes read, Of many a man, more of authority Than ever Cato was, so mote I the,[314] That all the reverse say of this sentence, And have well founden by experience, That dreames be significations As well of joy, as of tribulations, That folk enduren in this life present. There needeth make of this none argument; The very preve[315] sheweth it indeed. "One of the greatest authors that men read, Saith thus, that whilom two fellowes went On pilgrimage in a full good intent; And happed so, they came into a town, Where-as there was such congregation Of people, and eke so strait of herbergage,[316] That they ne found as much as one cottage, In which they bothe might ylodged be: Wherefore they musten of necessity, As for that night, departen[317] company; And each of hem goeth to his hostelry, And took his lodging as it woulde fall. That one of hem was lodged in a stall, Far in a yard, with oxen of the plow; That other man was lodged well enow, As was his aventure, or his fortune, That us governeth all, as in commune. And so befell, that, long ere it were day, This man met[318] in his bed, there-as he lay, How that his fellow gan upon him call, And said, 'Alas! for in an oxes stall This night I shall be murdered, there I lie. Now help me, deare brother, or I die; In alle haste come to me,' he said. This man out of his sleep for fear abraid[319]; But when that he was wakened of his sleep, He turned him, and took of this no keep[320]; Him thought his dream nas but a vanity. Thus twies in his sleeping dreamed he. And at the thirde time yet his fellaw Came, as him thought, and said, 'I am now slawe.[321] Behold my bloody woundes, deep and wide. Arise up early, in the morrow tide, And at the west gate of the town,' quoth he, 'A carte full of dung there shalt thou see, In which my body is hid full privily. Do thilke cart arresten boldely. My gold caused my murder, sooth to sayn.' And told him every point how he was slain With a full piteous face, pale of hue. And trusteth well, his dream he found full true; For on the morrow, as soon as it was day,