And thoughte wel, that hit was al a-mis;

For in his bedde he lyth a-night and syketh;

(370)

She asketh him anoon, what him mislyketh—

'My dere herte, which that I love most?'

1295

['Certes,' quod he, 'this night my fadres gost]

Hath in my sleep so sore me tormented,

And eek [Mercurie] his message hath presented,

That nedes to the conquest of Itaile