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"O Blessed God, Who art so true and deep! Lo, how Thou dost turn murder out alway! Murder will out, we see it every day. Murder's so hateful and abominable To God, Who is so just and reasonable, That He'll not suffer that it hidden be; Though it may skulk a year, or two, or three, Murder will out, and I conclude thereon. Immediately the rulers of that town, They took the carter and so sore they racked Him and the host, until their bones were cracked, That they confessed their wickedness anon, And hanged they both were by the neck, and soon. "Here may men see that dreams are things to dread. And certainly, in that same book I read, Right in the very chapter after this (I spoof not, as I may have joy and bliss), Of two men who would voyage oversea, For some cause, and unto a far country, If but the winds had not been all contrary, Causing them both within a town to tarry, Which town was builded near the havenside. But then, one day, along toward eventide, The wind did change and blow as suited best. The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 179Jolly and glad they went unto their rest. And were prepared right early for to sail; But unto one was told a marvelous tale. For one of them, asleeping as he lay, Did dream a wondrous dream ere it was day. He thought a strange man stood by his bedside And did command him, he should there abide, And said to him: 'If you tomorrow wend, You shall be drowned; my tale is at an end.' He woke and told his fellow what he'd met And prayed him quit the voyage and forget; For just one day he prayed him there to bide. His comrade, who was lying there beside, Began to laugh and scorned him long and fast. 'No dream,' said he, 'may make my heart aghast, So that I'll quit my business for such things. I do not care a straw for your dreamings, For visions are but fantasies and japes. Men dream, why, every day, of owls and apes, And many a wild phantasm therewithal; Men dream of what has never been, nor shall. But since I see that you will here abide, And thus forgo this fair wind and this tide, God knows I'm sorry; nevertheless, good day!' "And thus he took his leave and went his way.

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But long before the half his course he'd sailed, I know not why, nor what it was that failed, But casually the vessel's bottom rent, And ship and men under the water went, In sight of other ships were there beside, The which had sailed with that same wind and tide "And therefore, pretty Pertelote, my dear, By such oldtime examples may you hear And learn that no man should be too reckless Of dreams, for I can tell you, fair mistress, That many a dream is something well to dread "Why in the 'Life' of Saint Kenelm I read (Who was Kenelphus' son, the noble king Of Mercia), how Kenelm dreamed a thing; A while ere he was murdered, so they say, His own death in a vision saw, one day. His nurse interpreted, as records tell, That vision, bidding him to guard him well From treason; but he was but seven years old, And therefore 'twas but little he'd been told Of any dream, so holy was his heart. By God! I'd rather than retain my shirt That you had read this legend, as have I. Dame Pertelote, I tell you verily, Macrobius, who wrote of Scipio The African a vision long ago, The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 180He holds by dreams, saying that they have been Warnings of things that men have later seen. "And furthermore, I pray you to look well In the Old Testament at Daniel, Whether he held dreams for mere vanity. Read, too, of Joseph, and you there shall see Where dreams have sometimes been (I say not all) Warnings of things that, after did befall. Consider Egypt's king, Dan Pharaoh, His baker and his butler, these also, Whether they knew of no effect from dreams. Whoso will read of sundry realms the themes May learn of dreams full many a wondrous thing. Lo, Croesus, who was once of Lydia king, Dreamed he not that he sat upon a tree, Which signified that hanged high he should be? Lo, how Andromache, great Hector's wife, On that same day when Hector lost his life, She dreamed upon the very night before That Hector's life should be lost evermore, If on that day he battled, without fail. She warned him, but no warning could avail; He went to fight, despite all auspices, And so was shortly slain by Achilles. But that same tale is all too long to tell, And, too, it's nearly day, I must not dwell Upon this; I but say, concluding here, That from this vision I have cause to fear Adversity; and I say, furthermore, That I do set by laxatives no store, For they are poisonous, I know it well. Them I defy and love not, truth to tell. "But let us speak of mirth and stop all this; My lady Pertelote, on hope of bliss, In one respect God's given me much grace; For when I see the beauty of your face, You are so rosyred beneath each eye, It makes my dreadful terror wholly die.