When he escaped was, he could not stint 4204 For to begin a newë war again; He weened well, for 4205 that Fortúne him sent Such hap, that he escaped through the rain, That of his foes he mightë not be slain. And eke a sweven 4206 on a night he mette, 4207 Of which he was so proud, and eke so fain, 4208 That he in vengeance all his heartë set.

Upon a tree he was set, as he thought, Where Jupiter him wash’d, both back and side, And Phoebus eke a fair towél him brought To dry him with; and therefore wax’d his pride. And to his daughter that stood him beside, Which he knew in high science to abound, He bade her tell him what it signified; And she his dream began right thus expound.