“And, trustë well, his dream he found full true; For on the morrow, as soon as it was day, To his fellówë’s inn he took his way; And when that he came to this ox’s stall, After his fellow he began to call. The hostelére answered him anon, And saidë, ‘Sir, your fellow is y-gone, As soon as day he went out of the town.’ This man gan fallen in suspicioún, Rememb’ring on his dreamës that he mette, 4311 And forth he went, no longer would he let, 4312 Unto the west gate of the town, and fand A dung cart, as it went for to dung land, That was arrayed in the samë wise As ye have heard the deadë man devise; 4313 And with an hardy heart he gan to cry, ‘Vengeance and justice of this felony: My fellow murder’d in this samë night And in this cart he lies, gaping upright. I cry out on the ministers,’ quoth he. ‘That shouldë keep and rule this city;