The messenger approching to him spake, xlii
But his wast[54] wordes returnd[55] to him in vaine:
So sound he slept, that nought mought him awake.
Then rudely he him thrust[56], and pusht with paine,
Whereat he gan to stretch: but he againe
Shooke him so hard, that forced him to speake.
As one then in a dreame, whose dryer braine
Is tost with troubled sights[57] and fancies weake,
He mumbled soft, but would not all his silence breake.
The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake, xliii