In allë hastë come to me,’ he said. This man out of his sleep for fear abraid; 4307 But when that he was wak’d out of his sleep, He turned him, and took of this no keep; He thought his dream was but a vanity. Thus twiës in his sleeping dreamed he, And at the thirdë time yet 4308 his felláw Came, as he thought, and said, ‘I am now slaw; 4309 Behold my bloody woundës, deep and wide. Arise up early, in the morning, tide, And at the west gate of the town,’ quoth he, ‘A cartë full of dung there shalt: thou see, In which my body is hid privily. Do thilkë cart arrostë 4310 boldëly. My gold caused my murder, sooth to sayn.’ And told him every point how he was slain, With a full piteous face, and pale of hue.