Took rest, that made me to slepe faste,
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And in my slepe I mette, as I lay,
How African, right in that selfe aray
That Scipioun him saw before that tyde,
Was comen, and stood right at my beddes syde.
The wery hunter, slepinge in his bed,
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To wode ayein his minde goth anoon;
The Iuge dremeth how his plees ben sped;