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His felawe, that lay by his beddes syde, Gan for to laughe, and scorned him ful faste. ‘No dreem,’ quod he, ‘may so myn herte agaste, That I wol lette for to do my thinges. I sette not a straw by thy dreminges, For swevenes been but vanitees and Iapes. Men dreme al-day of owles or of apes, And eke of many a mase therwithal; Men dreme of thing that nevere was ne shal. But sith I see that thou wolt heer abyde, And thus for-sleuthen wilfully thy tyde, God wot it reweth me; and have good day.’ And thus he took his leve, and wente his way. But er that he hadde halfe his cours y-seyled, Noot I nat why, ne what mischaunce it eyled, But casuelly the shippes botme rente, And ship and man under the water wente In sighte of othere shippes it byside, That with hem seyled at the same tyde. And therfor, faire Pertelote so dere, By swiche ensamples olde maistow lere, That no man sholde been to recchelees Of dremes, for I sey thee, doutelees, That many a dreem ful sore is for to drede. His felawe, that lay by his beddes syde, Gan for to laughe, and scorned him ful faste. ‘No dreem,’ quod he, ‘may so myn herte agaste, That I wol lette for to do my thinges. I sette not a straw by thy dreminges, For swevenes been but vanitees and Iapes. Men dreme al-day of owles or of apes, And eke of many a mase therwithal; Men dreme of thing that nevere was ne shal. But sith I see that thou wolt heer abyde, And thus for-sleuthen wilfully thy tyde, God wot it reweth me; and have good day.’ And thus he took his leve, and wente his way. But er that he hadde halfe his cours y-seyled, Noot I nat why, ne what mischaunce it eyled, But casuelly the shippes botme rente, And ship and man under the water wente In sighte of othere shippes it byside, That with hem seyled at the same tyde. And therfor, faire Pertelote so dere, By swiche ensamples olde maistow lere, That no man sholde been to recchelees Of dremes, for I sey thee, doutelees, That many a dreem ful sore is for to drede.

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His felawe, that lay by his beddes syde, Gan for to laughe, and scorned him ful faste. ‘No dreem,’ quod he, ‘may so myn herte agaste, That I wol lette for to do my thinges. I sette not a straw by thy dreminges, For swevenes been but vanitees and Iapes. Men dreme al-day of owles or of apes, And eke of many a mase therwithal; Men dreme of thing that nevere was ne shal. But sith I see that thou wolt heer abyde, And thus for-sleuthen wilfully thy tyde, God wot it reweth me; and have good day.’ And thus he took his leve, and wente his way. But er that he hadde halfe his cours y-seyled, Noot I nat why, ne what mischaunce it eyled, But casuelly the shippes botme rente, And ship and man under the water wente In sighte of othere shippes it byside, That with hem seyled at the same tyde. And therfor, faire Pertelote so dere, By swiche ensamples olde maistow lere, That no man sholde been to recchelees Of dremes, for I sey thee, doutelees, That many a dreem ful sore is for to drede. His felawe, that lay by his beddes syde, Gan for to laughe, and scorned him ful faste. ‘No dreem,’ quod he, ‘may so myn herte agaste, That I wol lette for to do my thinges. I sette not a straw by thy dreminges, For swevenes been but vanitees and Iapes. Men dreme al-day of owles or of apes, And eke of many a mase therwithal; Men dreme of thing that nevere was ne shal. But sith I see that thou wolt heer abyde, And thus for-sleuthen wilfully thy tyde, God wot it reweth me; and have good day.’ And thus he took his leve, and wente his way. But er that he hadde halfe his cours y-seyled, Noot I nat why, ne what mischaunce it eyled, But casuelly the shippes botme rente, And ship and man under the water wente In sighte of othere shippes it byside, That with hem seyled at the same tyde. And therfor, faire Pertelote so dere, By swiche ensamples olde maistow lere, That no man sholde been to recchelees Of dremes, for I sey thee, doutelees, That many a dreem ful sore is for to drede.