Tydyngs other this or that,
Of love, or suche thinges glad.”[299]
In this he had full satisfaction; his dream took another turn, and he was led towards the place he wanted, where things glad were to be found, a temple not of fame, but of tales and tidings, of noise and merriment:
“And theroute come so grete a noyse,
That had hyt stonde upon Oyse,
Men myght hyt have herd esely
To Rome, Y trowe sikerly.”
The noise went up to the sky from innumerable apertures, for
“This hous hath of entrees
As feele (many) as of leves ben on trees,