That workë many a man in sleep much woe; That I will pass as lightly as I can. Lo, Cato, which that was so wise a man, Said he not thus, ‘Ne do no force of 4292 dreams,’ Now, Sir,” quoth she, “when we fly from these beams, 4293 For Goddë’s love, as take some laxatife; On peril of my soul, and of my life, I counsel you the best, I will not lie, That both of choler, and meláncholy, Ye purgë you; and, for ye shall not tarry, Though in this town is no apothecáry, I shall myself two herbës teachë you, That shall be for your health, and for your prow; 4294 And in our yard the herbës shall I find, The which have of their property by kind 4295 To purgë you beneath, and eke above. Sirë, forget not this for Goddë’s love; Ye be full choleric of complexión; Ware that the sun, in his ascensión,