Be nyhte tok toward thilke host,
Which logged was in a valleie,
To hiere what thei wolden seie; 3700
Upon his fot and as he ferde,[1301]
Tuo Sarazins spekende he herde.(3900*)
Quod on, ‘Ared mi swevene ariht,
Which I mette in mi slep to nyht.[1302]
Me thoghte I sih a barli cake,
Which fro the Hull his weie hath take,
And cam rollende doun at ones;