May read of dreamës many a wondrous thing. Lo Croesus, which that was of Lydia king, Mette he not that he sat upon a tree, Which signified he shouldë hanged be? 4347 Lo here, Andromaché, Hectorë’s wife, That day that Hector shouldë lose his life, She dreamed on the samë night beforn, How that the life of Hector should be lorn, 4348 If thilkë day he went into battaile; She warned him, but it might not avail; He wentë forth to fightë natheless, And was y-slain anon of Achillés. But thilkë tale is all too long to tell; And eke it is nigh day, I may not dwell. Shortly I say, as for conclusión, That I shall have of this avisión Adversity; and I say furthermore, That I ne tell of laxatives no store, 4349 For they be venomous, I wot it well; I them defy, 4350