iii. 66=] Which so wol don hire compainie. And he seide, ‘Amos of Lubie.’ And sche seith, ‘That mai I noght lieve, Bot if I sihe a betre prieve.’ ‘Ma dame,’ quod Nectanabus, ‘In tokne that it schal be thus, This nyht for enformacion Ye schul have an avision: That Amos schal to you appiere, To schewe and teche in what manere 1930 The thing schal afterward befalle.[883] Ye oghten wel aboven alle To make joie of such a lord; For whan ye ben of on acord, He schal a Sone of you begete, Which with his swerd schal winne and gete The wyde world in lengthe and brede; Alle erthli kinges schull him drede, And in such wise, I you behote,[884] The god of erthe he schal be hote.’ 1940 ‘If this be soth,’ tho quod the queene, ‘This nyht, thou seist, it schal be sene. And if it falle into mi grace, Of god Amos that I pourchace To take of him so gret worschipe, I wol do thee such ladischipe, Wherof thou schalt for everemo Be riche.’ And he hir thonketh tho, And tok his leve and forth he wente. Sche wiste litel what he mente, 1950 [Sidenote: =P. iii. 67=] For it was guile and Sorcerie, Al that sche tok for Prophecie. Nectanabus thurghout the day, Whan he cam hom wher as he lay,[885] His chambre be himselve tok, And overtorneth many a bok, And thurgh the craft of Artemage Of wex he forgeth an ymage. He loketh his equacions And ek the constellacions, 1960 He loketh the conjunccions, He loketh the recepcions, His signe, his houre, his ascendent, And drawth fortune of his assent: The name of queene Olimpias In thilke ymage write was Amiddes in the front above. And thus to winne his lust of love Nectanabus this werk hath diht; And whan it cam withinne nyht, 1970 That every wyht is falle aslepe, He thoghte he wolde his time kepe, As he which hath his houre apointed. And thanne ferst he hath enoignted With sondri herbes that figure, And therupon he gan conjure, So that thurgh his enchantement This ladi, which was innocent And wiste nothing of this guile, Mette, as sche slepte thilke while, 1980 [Sidenote: =P. iii. 68=] Hou fro the hevene cam a lyht, Which al hir chambre made lyht; And as sche loketh to and fro, Sche sih, hir thoghte, a dragoun tho, Whos scherdes schynen as the Sonne, And hath his softe pas begonne With al the chiere that he may Toward the bedd ther as sche lay, Til he cam to the beddes side. And sche lai stille and nothing cride, 1990 For he dede alle his thinges faire And was courteis and debonaire: And as he stod hire fasteby,[886] His forme he changeth sodeinly, And the figure of man he nom,