Upon a dai as he was merie, As thogh ther mihte him nothing derie,[850] 1520 Whan nyht was come, he goth to bedde, With slep and bothe his yhen fedde. And while he slepte, he mette a swevene: Him thoghte he syh a stature evene,[851] Which brihtere than the sonne schon; A man it semeth was it non, Bot yit it was as in figure Most lich to mannyssh creature, Bot as of beaute hevenelich It was most to an Angel lich: 1530 [Sidenote: =P. iii. 53=] And thus betwen angel and man Beholden it this king began, And such a lust tok of the sihte, That fain he wolde, if that he mihte, The forme of that figure embrace; And goth him forth toward the place,[852] Wher he sih that ymage tho, And takth it in his Armes tuo, And it embraceth him ayein And to the king thus gan it sein: 1540 ‘Uluxes, understand wel this, The tokne of oure aqueintance is Hierafterward to mochel tene: The love that is ous betuene, Of that we nou such joie make, That on of ous the deth schal take, Whan time comth of destine; It may non other wise be.’ Uluxes tho began to preie That this figure wolde him seie 1550 What wyht he is that seith him so. This wyht upon a spere tho A pensel which was wel begon, Embrouded, scheweth him anon: Thre fisshes alle of o colour In manere as it were a tour Upon the pensel were wroght. Uluxes kneu this tokne noght, And preith to wite in som partie What thing it myhte signefie, 1560 [Sidenote: =P. iii. 54=] ‘A signe it is,’ the wyht ansuerde, ‘Of an Empire:’ and forth he ferde Al sodeinly, whan he that seide. Uluxes out of slep abreide, And that was riht ayein the day, That lengere slepen he ne may. [Sidenote: Bernardus. Plures plura sciunt[853] et seipsos nesciunt.] Men sein, a man hath knowleching[854] Save of himself of alle thing; His oghne chance noman knoweth, Bot as fortune it on him throweth: 1570 Was nevere yit so wys a clerk, Which mihte knowe al goddes werk, Ne the secret which god hath set Ayein a man mai noght be let. Uluxes, thogh that he be wys, With al his wit in his avis, The mor that he his swevene acompteth, The lasse he wot what it amonteth: For al his calculacion, He seth no demonstracion 1580 Al pleinly forto knowe an ende;[855] Bot natheles hou so it wende, He dradde him of his oghne Sone. That makth him wel the more astone, And schop therfore anon withal, So that withinne castel wall Thelamachum his Sone he schette, And upon him strong warde he sette. The sothe furthere he ne knew, Til that fortune him overthreu; 1590