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