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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.
270I 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,
280Noot 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 companion, who was sleeping in the next bunk over, laughed at the man, and said, ‘No dream is going to keep me from sailing tomorrow. I don’t give a damn about your dreams because dreams are filled with nothing but nonsense. People are always dreaming about owls and apes and other crazy things, including things that never happened and never will happen. But it’s no skin off my nose if you want to stay here and miss this golden opportunity to sail.’ And so the next morning the unbelieving companion set out on the voyage by himself. But before he made it even halfway across the sea, somehow the ship’s bottom split in two and sank in plain sight of all the other ships in the convoy, killing everyone on board. So you see, my beautiful Pertelote, no one can be too careful when it comes to dreams because many of them are to be feared.