XXV.
The knight was then dreaming of his forthcoming adventure at the Green Chapel.
In dre3 droupyng of dreme draueled þat noble,
As mon þat wat3 in mornyng of mony þro þo3tes,
How þat destiné schulde þat day [dy3t] 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, & sware3 with hast.
Þe lady luflych com la3ande swete,
Felle ouer his fayre face, & fetly him kyssed;
He welcume3 hir worþily, with a wale chere;
He se3 hir so glorious, & gayly atyred,
So fautles of hir fetures, & of so fyne hewes,
Wi3t wallande Ioye warmed his hert;
With smoþe smylyng & smolt þay smeten in-to merþe,
Þat al wat3 blis & bonchef, þat breke hem bi-twene,
& wynne,
Þay lanced wordes gode,
Much wele þen wat3 þer-inne,
Gret perile bi-twene hem stod,
Nif mare of hir kny3t mynne.