[Sidenote: =P. i. 138=] And let of schreden every braunche, Bot ate Rote let it staunche. Whan al his Pride is cast to grounde,[480] The rote schal be faste bounde, 2840 And schal no mannes herte bere, Bot every lust he schal forbere Of man, and lich an Oxe his mete Of gras he schal pourchace and ete, Til that the water of the hevene Have waisshen him be times sevene, So that he be thurghknowe ariht[481] What is the heveneliche myht, And be mad humble to the wille Of him which al mai save and spille.’ 2850 This king out of his swefne abreide, And he upon the morwe it seide Unto the clerkes whiche he hadde: Bot non of hem the sothe aradde, Was non his swevene cowthe undo. And it stod thilke time so, This king hadde in subjeccioun Judee, and of affeccioun Above alle othre on Daniel He loveth, for he cowthe wel 2860 Divine that non other cowthe: To him were alle thinges cowthe, As he it hadde of goddes grace.[482] He was before the kinges face Asent, and bode that he scholde Upon the point the king of tolde [Sidenote: =P. i. 139=] The fortune of his swevene expounde, As it scholde afterward be founde. Whan Daniel this swevene herde,[483] He stod long time er he ansuerde, 2870 And made a wonder hevy chiere. The king tok hiede of his manere, And bad him telle that he wiste, As he to whom he mochel triste,[484] And seide he wolde noght be wroth. Bot Daniel was wonder loth, And seide: ‘Upon thi fomen alle, Sire king, thi swevene mote falle; And natheles touchende of this I wol the tellen how it is, 2880 And what desese is to thee schape: God wot if thou it schalt ascape. The hihe tree, which thou hast sein With lef and fruit so wel besein, The which stod in the world amiddes,[485] So that the bestes and the briddes Governed were of him al one, Sire king, betokneth thi persone, Which stant above all erthli thinges. Thus regnen under the the kinges, 2890 And al the poeple unto thee louteth,[486] And al the world thi pouer doubteth, So that with vein honour deceived Thou hast the reverence weyved Fro him which is thi king above, That thou for drede ne for love [Sidenote: =P. i. 140=] Wolt nothing knowen of thi godd; Which now for thee hath mad a rodd,[487] Thi veine gloire and thi folie With grete peines to chastie. 2900 And of the vois thou herdest speke, Which bad the bowes forto breke And hewe and felle doun the tree,[488] That word belongeth unto thee; Thi regne schal ben overthrowe,[489] And thou despuiled for a throwe: