XXV.
The knight was then dreaming of his forthcoming adventure at the Green Chapel.
In dreȝ droupyng of dreme draueled þat noble,
As mon þat watȝ in mornyng of mony þro þoȝtes,
How þat destiné schulde þat day [dyȝt] his wyrde,
At þe grene chapel, when he þe gome metes,
& bi-houes his buffet abide, with-oute debate more;
Bot quen þat comly he keuered his wyttes,
Swenges out of þe sweuenes, & swareȝ with hast.
Þe lady luflych com laȝande swete,
Felle ouer his fayre face, & fetly him kyssed;
He welcumeȝ hir worþily, with a wale chere;
He seȝ hir so glorious, & gayly atyred,
So fautles of hir fetures, & of so fyne hewes,
Wiȝt wallande Ioye warmed his hert;
With smoþe smylyng & smolt þay smeten in-to merþe,
Þat al watȝ blis & bonchef, þat breke hem bi-twene,
& wynne,
Þay lanced wordes gode,
Much wele þen watȝ þer-inne,
Gret perile bi-twene hem stod,
Nif mare of hir knyȝt mynne.