Is schape, as thogh he were ded.[1412]
Confessor.
Forthi, mi Sone, hold up thin hed,
And let no Slep thin yhe englue,
Bot whanne it is to resoun due.
Amans.
Mi fader, as touchende of this,
Riht so as I you tolde it is,[1413]
That ofte abedde, whanne I scholde,
I mai noght slepe, thogh I wolde;