A poore widow somedeal stope[262] in age,
Was whilom dwelling in a narrow cottage,
Beside a grove, standing in a dale.
This widow, of which I telle you my tale,
Since thilke day that she was last a wife,
In patience led a full simple life.
For little was her cattel[263] and her rent[264]:
By husbandry[265] of such as God her sent
She found[266] herself, and eke her daughtren two.
Three large sowes had she, and no mo;
Three kine, and eke a sheep that highte[267] Mall.
Full sooty was her bower, and eke her hall,
In which she ate full many a slender meal.
Of poignant sauce her needed never a deal.[268]
No dainty morsel passed through her throat;
Her diet was accordant to her cote.[269]
Repletion ne made her never sick;
Attemper[270] diet was all her physic,
And exercise, and heartes suffisance.[271]
The goute let[272] her nothing for to dance,
N' apoplexy ne shente[273] not her head.
No wine ne drank she, neither white ne red:
Her board was served most with white and black,
Milk and brown bread, in which she found no lack,
Seind[274] bacon, and sometime an egg or twey;
For she was as it were a manner dey.[275]
A yard she had, enclosed all about
With stickes, and a drye ditch without,
In which she had a cock hight Chanticleer,
In all the land of crowing was none his peer.
His voice was merrier than the merry orgon,
On masse days that in the churche gon.
Well sikerer[276] was his crowing in his lodge
Than is a clock, or an abbey horloge.[277]
By nature he knew each ascension
Of the equinoctial in thilke town;
For when degrees fifteene were ascended,
Then crew he, that it might not be amended.
His comb was redder than the fine coral,
And battled,[278] as it were a castle wall.
His bill was black, and as the jet it shone;
Like azure were his legges and his ton[279];
His nailes whiter than the lily flower,
And like the burned[280] gold was his colour.
This gentle cock had in his governance
Seven hennes, for to do all his pleasance,
Which were his sisters and his paramours,
And wonder like to him, as of colours;
Of which the fairest hued on her throat
Was cleped faire Damosel Partelote.
Courteous she was, discreet, and debonair,
And companable,[281] and bare herself so fair,
Sin[282] thilke day that she was sevennight old,
That truely she hath the heart in hold[283]
Of Chanticleer, locken[284] in every lith[285];
He loved her so, that well was him therewith.
But such a joy was it to hear hem sing,
When that the brighte sunne gan to spring,
In sweet accord, 'My lief is faren on land.'[286]
For thilke time, as I have understande,
Beastes and birdes coulde speak and sing.
And so befell, that in a dawening,
As Chanticleer among his wives all
Sat on his perche, that was in the hall,
And next him sat this faire Partelote,
This Chanticleer gan groanen in his throat,
As man that in his dream is drecched[287] sore,
And when that Partelote thus heard him roar,
She was aghast, and said, "O hearte dear,
What aileth you to groan in this mannere?
Ye be a very sleeper, fie, for shame!"
And he answered and saide thus: "Madame,
I pray you that ye take it not agrief[288];
By God, me met[289] I was in such mischief[290]
Right now, that yet mine heart is sore affright.
Now God," quoth he, "my sweven[291] read[292] aright,
And keep my body out of foul prison.
Me met how that I roamed up and down
Within our yard, where-as I saw a beast
Was like an hound, and would have made arrest
Upon my body, and have had me dead.
His colour was betwixe yellow and red;
And tipped was his tail, and both his ears
With black, unlike the remnant of his hairs.
His snoute small, with glowing eyen twey;
Yet of his look for fear almost I dey[293]:
This caused me my groaning doubteless."
"Avoy!" quoth she, "fie on you hearteless!
Alas!" quoth she, "for by that God above
Now have ye lost mine heart and all my love;
I cannot love a coward, by my faith.
For certes, what so any woman saith,
We all desiren, if it mighte be,
To have husbandes, hardy, wise, and free,
And secre,[294] and no niggard ne no fool,
Ne him that is aghast of every tool,
Ne none avantour[295] by that God above.
How durst ye say for shame unto your love,
That anything might maken you afeard?
Have ye no mannes heart, and have a beard?
Alas! and can ye be aghast of swevenes[296]?
Nothing but vanity, God wot, in sweven is,
Swevens engender of repletions,
And oft of fume, and of complexions,[297]
When humours be too abundant in a wight.
Certes this dream, which ye have met[298] to-night,
Cometh of the greate superfluity
Of youre rede colera,[299] pardie,
Which causeth folk to dreamen in hir dreams
Of arrows, and of fire with rede leames,[300]
Of greate beastes, that they will hem bite,
Of contek[301] and of whelpes great and lite[302];
Right as the humour of melancholy
Causeth full many a man in sleep to cry,
For fear of blacke beares or bulles blake,
Or elles blacke devils will hem take.
Of other humours could I tell also,
That worken many a man in sleep full woe:
But I will pass as lightly[303] as I can.
Lo Cato, which that was so wise a man,
Said he not thus? 'Ne do no force[304] of dreams.'"
"Now, Sir," quoth she, "when ye fly from the beams,
For Godes love, as take some laxative:
Up[305] peril of my soul, and of my live,
I counsel you the best, I will not lie,
That both of choler, and of melancholy
Ye purge you; and for ye shall not tarry,
Though in this town is none apothecary,
I shall myself to herbes teachen you,
That shall be for your heal[306] and for your prow[307];
And in our yard tho[308] herbes shall I find,
The which have of hir property by kind[309]
To purgen you beneath, and eke above.
Forget not this for Godes owen love;
Ye be full choleric of complexion;
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,
To his fellowes inn he took his way:
And when that he came to this oxes stall,
After his fellow he began to call.
The hosteler answered him anon,
And saide, 'Sir, your fellow is agone,
As soon as day he went out of the town.'
"This man gan fallen in suspicion
Remembering on his dreames that he met,[322]
And forth he goeth, no lenger would he let,[323]
Unto the west gate of the town, and found
A dung cart, as it were to dunge lond,
That was arrayed in that same wise
As ye have heard the deade man devise:
And with an hardy heart he gan to cry,
'Vengeance and justice of this felony:
My fellow murdered is this same night,
And in this cart he lieth, gaping upright.[324]
I cry out on the ministers,' quoth he,
'That shoulde keep and rulen this city:
Harow! alas! here lieth my fellow slain.'
What should I more unto this tale sayn?
The people out start,[325] and cast the cart to ground,
And in the middle of the dung they found
The deade man, that murdered was all new.
O blissful God! that art so just and true,
Lo, how that thou bewrayest[326] murder alway.
Murder will out, that see we day by day.
Murder is so wlatsom[327] and abominable
To God, that is so just and reasonable,
That he ne will not suffer it heled[328] be,
Though it abide a year, or two, or three;
Murder will out, this is my conclusion.
"And right anon, ministers of that town
Have hent[329] the carter, and so sore him pined,[330]
And eke the hosteler so sore engined,[331]
That they beknew[332] hir wickedness anon,
And were anhanged by the necke bone.
"Here may men see that dreames be to dread.
And certes in the same book I read,
Right in the nexte chapter after this,
(I gabbe[333] not, so have I joy and bliss,)
Two men that would have passed over sea
For certain cause into a far country,
If that the wind ne hadde been contrary,
That made hem in a city for to tarry,
That stood full merry upon an haven side.
But on a day, again[334] the even tide,
The wind gan change, and blew right as hem lest.[335]
Jolly and glad they went unto hir rest,
And casten hem full early for to sail;
But to that one man fell a great marvail.
That one of them in sleeping as he lay,
He met[336] a wonder dream, again the day:
Him thought a man stood by his beddes side,
And him commanded that he should abide,
And said him thus: 'If thou to-morrow wend,
Thou shalt be dreynt[337]; my tale is at an end.'
He woke, and told his fellow what he met,[336]
And prayed him his voyage to let[338];
As for that day, he prayed him for to abide.
His fellow, that lay by his beddes side,
Gan for to laugh, and scorned him full fast.
'No dream,' quoth he, 'may so my heart aghast,
That I will letten for to do my things.
I sette not a straw by thy dreamings,
For swevens[339] be but vanities and japes.[340]
Men dream all day of owles or of apes,
And eke of many a mase[341] therewithal;
Men dream of thing that never was, ne shall.
But sith I see that thou wilt here abide,
And thus forslothen[342] wilfully thy tide,
God wot it rueth[343] me, and have good day.'
And thus he took his leave, and went his way.
But ere that he had half his course ysailed,
Nought I not[344] why, ne what mischance it ailed,
But casually the shippes bottom rent,
And ship and man under the water went
In sight of other shippes there beside,
That with hem sailed at the same tide.
"And therefore, faire Partelote so dear,
By such ensamples old yet mayst thou lere.[345]
That no man shoulde be too reckeless
Of dreames, for I say thee doubteless,
That many a dream full sore is for to dread.
"Lo, in the life of Saint Kenelm I read,
That was Kenulphus son, the noble king
Of Mercenrike,[346] how Kenelm met[347] a thing.
A little ere he was murdered, on a day,
His murder in his avision[348] he say.[349]
His norice[350] him expounded every del
His sweven, and bade him for to keep him well
For[351] treason; but he nas but seven year old,
And therefore little tale hath he told[352]
Of any dream, so holy was his heart.
By God, I hadde liefer than my shirt,
That ye had read his legend, as have I.
"Dame Partelote, I say you truely,
Macrobius, that writ the avision[353]
In Afric of the worthy Scipion,
Affirmeth dreames, and saith that they be
Warning of thinges that men after see.
And furthermore, I pray you looketh well
In the Olde Testament, of Daniel,
If he held dreames any vanity.
Read eke of Joseph, and there shall ye see
Where[354] dreames be sometime (I say not all)
Warning of thinges that shall after fall.
Look of Egypt the king, Dan Pharao,
His baker and his buteler also,
Whether they ne felten none effect in dreams.
Whoso will seeken acts of sundry remes,[355]
May read of dreames many a wonder thing.
Lo Croesus, which that was of Lydia king,
Met[356] he not that he sat upon a tree,
Which signified he should anhanged be?
"Lo here, Andromache, Hectores wife,
That day that Hector shoulde lese[357] his life,
She dreamed on the same night beforn,
How that the life of Hector should be lorn,[358]
If thilke day he went into battail:
She warned him, but it might not avail;
He wente for to fighten natheless,
And he was slain anon of Achilles.
But thilke tale is all too long to tell,
And eke it is nigh day, I may not dwell.
"Shortly I say, as for conclusion,
That I shall have of this avision
Adversity: and I say furthermore,
That I ne tell[359] of laxatives no store,
For they be venomous, I wot it well:
I hem defy, I love hem never a del.
"Now let us speak of mirth, and stint all this;
Madame Partelote, so have I bliss,
Of one thing God hath sent me large grace:
For when I see the beauty of your face,
Ye be so scarlet red about your eyen,
It maketh all my dreade for to dien,
For, also[360] sicker[361] as _In principio,
Mulier est hominis confusio_,--
Madam, the sentence[362] of this Latin is,
Woman is mannes joy and all his bliss--
For when I feel a-night your softe side,
* * * * *
I am so full of joy and of solace,
That I defye bothe sweven[363] and dream."
And with that word he flew down from the beam,
For it was day, and eke his hennes all;
And with a chuck he gan hem for to call,
For he had found a corn, lay in the yard.
Royal he was, he was no more afeard;
* * * * *
He looketh as it were a grim lion;
And on his toes he roameth up and down,
Him deigned not to set his feet to ground:
He chucketh, when he hath a corn yfound,
And to him rennen then his wives all.
Thus royal, as a prince is in his hall,
Leave I this Chanticleer in his pasture;
And after will I tell his aventure.
When that the month in which the world began,
That highte March, when God first maked man,
Was complete, and ypassed were also,
Sithen[364] March began, thirty dayes and two,
Befell that Chanticleer in all his pride,
His seven wives walking by his side,
Cast up his eyen to the brighte sun,
That in the sign of Taurus had yrun
Twenty degrees and one, and somewhat more:
He knew by kind,[365] and by none other lore,
That it was prime, and crew with blissful steven,[366]
"The sun," he said, "is clomben up on heaven
Forty degrees and one, and more ywis.[367]
Madame Partelote, my worldes bliss,
Hearkeneth these blissful birdes how they sing,
And see the freshe flowers how they spring;
Full is mine heart of revel and solace."
But suddenly him fell a sorrowful case;
For ever the latter end of joy is woe:
God wot that worldly joy is soon ago;
And if a rethor[368] coulde fair indite,
He in a chronique safely might it write,
As for a sovereign notability.
Now every wise man, let him hearken me:
This story is also[369] true, I undertake,
As is the book of Launcelot de Lake,
That women hold in full great reverence.
Now will I turn again to my sentence.
A col fox,[370] full of sly iniquity,
That in the grove had woned[371] yeares three,
By high imagination forncast,[372]
The same night throughout the hedges brast[373]
Into the yard, there Chanticleer the fair
Was wont, and eke his wives, to repair;
And in a bed of wortes[374] still he lay,
Till it was passed undern[375] of the day,
Waiting his time on Chanticleer to fall:
As gladly do these homicides all,
That in awaite lie to murder men.
O false murderer! lurking in thy den!
O newe 'Scariot, newe Genelon!
False dissimulour, O Greek Sinon.
That broughtest Troy all utterly to sorrow!
O Chanticleer! accursed be that morrow,
That thou into that yard flew from the beams,
Thou were full well ywarned by thy dreams,
That thilke day was perilous to thee.
But what that God forewot[376] mote needes be,
After the opinion of certain clerkes.
Witness on him that any perfect clerk is,
That in school is great altercation
In this matter, and great disputison,
And hath been of an hundred thousand men.
But I ne cannot bolt[377] it to the bren,[378]
As can the holy doctor Augustin,
Or Boece, or the bishop Bradwardin,
Whether that Godes worthy forewiting[379]
Straineth me needly for to do a thing,--
Needly clepe I simple necessity--
Or elles if free choice be granted me
To do that same thing, or do it nought,
Though God forewot it ere that it was wrought;
Or if his witing[380] straineth never a del,
But by necessity conditionel.
I will not have to do of such mattere;
My tale is of a cock, as ye may hear,
That took his counsel of his wife with sorrow
To walken in the yard upon that morrow
That he had met[381] the dream, that I of told.
Womenes counsels be full often cold;
Womanes counsel brought us first to woe,
And made Adam from Paradise to go,
There as he was full merry, and well at ease.
But for I not,[382] to whom it might displease,
If I counsel of women woulde blame,
Pass over, for I said it in my game.
Read authors, where they treat of such mattere,
And what they say of women ye may hear.
These be the cockes wordes, and not mine;
I can none harm of no woman divine.[383]
Fair in the sand, to bathe her merrily,
Lieth Partelote, and all her sisters by,
Again the sun; and Chanticleer so free
Sang merrier than the mermaid in the sea;
For Physiologus saith sikerly,[384]
How that they singen well and merrily.
And so befell that as he cast his eye
Among the wortes on a butterfly,
He was ware of this fox that lay full low.
Nothing ne list him thenne for to crow,
But cried anon "Cock! cock!" and up he start,[385]
As man that was affrayed in his heart.
For naturally a beast desireth flee
From his contrary, if he may it see,
Though he ne'er erst[386] had seen it with his eye.
This Chanticleer, when he gan him espy,
He would have fled, but that the fox anon
Said, "Gentle Sir, alas! why will ye gon?
Be ye afraid of me that am your friend?
Now certes, I were worse than a fiend,
If I to you would harm or villainy.
I am not come your counsel for to espy,
But truely the cause of my coming
Was only for to hearken how that ye sing:
For truely ye have as merry a steven,[387]
As any angel hath that is in heaven;
Therewith ye have in music more feeling,
Than had Boece, or any that can sing.
My lord your father! God his soule bless
And eke your mother of her gentillesse,
Have in mine house ybeen, to my great ease:
And certes, sir, full fain would I you please.
But for men speak of singing, I will say,
So mote I brooken[388] well my eyen tway,
Save you, I hearde never man so sing,
As did your father in the morwening.
Certes it was of heart all that he sung.
And for to make his voice the more strong,
He would so pain him, that with both his eyen
He muste wink, so loud he woulde crien,
And standen on his tipton therewithal,
And stretchen forth his necke long and small.
And eke he was of such discretion,
That there nas no man in no region,
That him in song or wisdom mighte pass.
I have well read in Dan Burnel the ass
Among his verse, how that there was a cock,
For that a priestes son gave him a knock
Upon his leg, while he was young and nice,[389]
He made him for to lese his benefice.
But certain there nis no comparison
Betwix the wisdom and discretion
Of your father, and of his subtilty.
Now singeth, sir, for sainte Charity,
Let see, can ye your father counterfeit?"
This Chanticleer his winges gan to beat,
As man that could his treason not espy,
So was he ravished with his flattery.
Alas! ye lordes, many a false flatour[390]
Is in your courts, and many a losengeour,[390]
That pleasen you well more, by my faith,
Than he that soothfastness[391] unto you saith.
Readeth Ecclesiast of flattery,
Beware, ye lordes, of hir treachery.
This Chanticleer stood high upon his toes
Stretching his neck, and held his eyen close,
And gan to crowen loude for the nonce:
And Dan Russel the fox start up at once,
And by the garget[392] hente[393] Chanticleer,
And on his back toward the wood him bare.
For yet ne was there no man that him sued.[394]
O destiny, that mayst not be eschewed!
Alas, that Chanticleer flew from the beams!
Alas, his wife ne raughte[395] not of dreams!
And on a Friday fell all this mischance.
O Venus, that art goddess of pleasance.
Sin that thy servant was this Chanticleer,
And in thy service did all his power,
More for delight, than world to multiply,
Why wouldst thou suffer him on thy day to die?
O Gaufrid, deare master sovereign,
That, when thy worthy king Richard was slain
With shot, complainedest his death so sore,
Why nad[396] I now thy sentence and thy lore,
The Friday for to chide, as diden ye?--
For on a Friday soothly slain was he,--
Then would I shew you how that I could plain
For Chanticleeres dread, and for his pain.
Certes such cry, ne lamentation
Was ne'er of ladies made, when Ilion
Was won, and Pyrrhus with his streite[397] swerd,
When he had hent king Priam by the beard,
And slain him, as saith us _AEneidos_,
As maden all the hennes in the close,
When they had seen of Chanticleer the sight.
But sovereignly Dame Partelote shright,[398]
Full louder than did Hasdrubales wife,
When that her husband hadde lost his life,
And that the Romans hadde burnt Carthage.
She was so full of torment and of rage,
That willfully into the fire she start,
And brent[399] herselven with a steadfast heart.
O woful hennes! right so crieden ye,
As when that Nero brente[399] the city
Of Rome, crieden senatores wives
For that their husbands losten all hir lives;
Withouten guilt this Nero hath hem slain.
Now will I turne to my tale again;
This sely[400] widow, and eke her daughters two,
Hearden these hennes cry and maken woe,
And out at doores starten they anon,
And saw the fox toward the grove gon,
And bare upon his back the cock away:
They crieden, "Out! harow and welawa!
Ha, ha! the fox!" and after him they ran,
And eke with staves many another man;
Ran Coll our dog, and Talbot, and Garland,
And Malkin with a distaff in her hand;
Ran cow and calf, and eke the very hogges,
So were they feared for barking of the dogges,
And shouting of the men and women eke,
They rannen so, hem thought hir hearte breke.[401]
They yelleden as fiendes do in hell:
The duckes crieden as men would hem quell:
The geese for feare flewen o'er the trees,
Out of the hive came the swarm of bees,
So hideous was the noise, a! _ben'cite!_
Certes he Jacke Straw, and his meyne,[402]
Ne maden never shoutes half so shrill,
When that they woulden any Fleming kill,
As thilke day was made upon the fox.
Of brass they broughten beames[403] and of box,
Of horn and bone, in which they blew and pooped,[404]
And therewithal they shrieked and they hooped[405],
It seemed as that heaven shoulde fall.
Now, goode men, I pray you hearkeneth all;
Lo, how Fortune turneth suddenly
The hope and pride eke of her enemy.
This cock that lay upon the fox's back,
In all his dread, unto the fox he spake,
And saide, "Sir, if that I were as ye,
Yet would I say, as wis[406] God helpe me,
'Turneth again, ye proude churles all;
A very pestilence upon you fall!
Now am I come unto the woodes side,
Maugre your head, the cock shall here abide:
I will him eat in faith, and that anon.'"
The fox answered, "In faith, it shall be done:"
And as he spake that word, all suddenly
This cock brake from his mouth deliverly,[407]
And high upon a tree he flew anon.
And when the fox saw that he was ygone,
"Alas!" quoth he, "O Chanticleer, alas!
I have to you," quoth he, "ydone trespass,
Inasmuch as I maked you afeard,
When I you hent,[408] and brought out of the yard;
But, sir, I did it of no wicke[409] intent:
Come down, and I shall tell you what I meant.
I shall say sooth to you, God help me so."
"Nay then," quoth he, "I shrew[410] us bothe two.
And first I shrew myself, both blood and bones,
If thou beguile me any ofter than ones.
Thou shalt no more through thy flattery
Do[411] me to sing and winken with mine eye.
For he that winketh when he shoulde see,
All willfully, God let him never the[412]!"
"Nay," quoth the fox, "but God give him mischance,
That is so indiscreet of governance,
That jangleth[413] when he shoulde hold his peace."
Lo, such it is for to be reckeless
And negligent, and trust on flattery.
But ye that holden this tale a folly,
As of a fox, or of a cock and hen,
Take the morality thereof, good men.
For Saint Paul saith, That all that written is,
To our doctrine it is ywrit ywis,[414]
Taketh the fruit, and let the chaff be still.
Now goode God, if that it be thy will,
As saith my lord, so make us all good men;
And bring us to his highe bliss.--_Amen._
[262] Advanced.
[263] Capital.
[264] Income.
[265] Economical management.
[266] Supported.
[267] Was called.
[268] Whit.
[269] Cottage.
[270] Temperate.
[271] Content.
[272] Prevented.
[273] Injured.
[274] Singed, broiled.
[275] A sort of dairy-woman.
[276] Surer.
[277] Clock, horologe.
[278] Battlemented.
[279] Toes.
[280] Burnished.
[281] Companionable.
[282] Since.
[283] Possession.
[284] Locked, inclosed.
[285] Limb.
[286] "My love is gone to the country."
[287] Oppressed.
[288] In offence.
[289] I dreamed.
[290] Misfortune.
[291] Dream.
[292] Interpret.
[293] 3 Die.
[294] Secret.
[295] Boaster of female favor.
[296] Dreams.
[297] Temperaments.
[298] Dreamed.
[299] Bile.
[300] Flames.
[301] Contention.
[302] Little.
[303] Quickly.
[304] Make no account.
[305] Upon.
[306] Health.
[307] Profit.
[308] Those.
[309] Nature.
[310] Fumitory.
[311] Spurge.
[312] Dogwood berries.
[313] Much obliged for.
[314] Thrive.
[315] Trial, experience.
[316] Limited in accommodation.
[317] Part.
[318] Dreamed.
[319] Awoke.
[320] Heed.
[321] Slain.
[322] Dreamed.
[323] Stay.
[324] Prone on his back.
[325] Started.
[326] Revealest.
[327] Loathsome.
[328] Hidden.
[329] Seized.
[330] Tortured.
[331] Racked.
[332] Confessed.
[333] Talk idly.
[334] Toward.
[335] Pleased.
[336] Dreamed.
[337] Drowned.
[338] Stay.
[339] Dreams.
[340] Tricks.
[341] Wild fancy.
[342] Lose by sloth.
[343] Moves my pity.
[344] Know not.
[345] Learn.
[346] Mercia.
[347] Dreamed.
[348] Vision.
[349] Saw.
[350] Nurse.
[351] For fear of.
[352] Account hath he made.
[353] Vision.
[354] Whether.
[355] Realms.
[356] Dreamed.
[357] Lose.
[358] Lost.
[359] Set no store.
[360] As.
[361] Certain.
[362] Meaning.
[363] Dream.
[364] Since.
[365] Instinct.
[366] Voice.
[367] Certainly.
[368] Rhetorician.
[369] As.
[370] Crafty fox.
[371] Dwelt.
[372] Predestined.
[373] Burst.
[374] Herbs.
[375] Mid-day meal time.
[376] Foreknows.
[377] Sift.
[378] Bran.
[379] Foreknowledge.
[380] Knowledge.
[381] Dreamed.
[382] Know not.
[383] Conjecture.
[384] Certainly.
[385] Started.
[386] Before.
[387] Voice.
[388] Enjoy.
[389] Foolish.
[390] Flatterer.
[391] Truth.
[392] Throat.
[393] Seized.
[394] Followed.
[395] Cared.
[396] Had not.
[397] Drawn.
[398] Shrieked.
[399] Burnt.
[400] Simple.
[401] Would break.
[402] Followers.
[403] Trumpets.
[404] Trumpeted.
[405] Whooped.
[406] Surely.
[407] Actively.
[408] Seized.
[409] Wicked.
[410] Curse.
[411] Cause.
[412] Thrive.
[413] Prateth.
[414] Certainly.