longer would he let, 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; 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; Harow! alas! here lies my fellow slain.’ What should I more unto this talë sayn? The people out start, and cast the cart to ground And in the middle of the dung they found The deadë man, that murder’d was all new. O blissful God! that art so good and true, Lo, how that thou bewray’st murder alway. Murder will out, that see we day by day. Murder is so wlatsom and abominable To God, that is so just and reasonable, That he will not suffer it heled be; Though it abide a year, or two, or three, Murder will out, this is my conclusioún, And right anon, the ministers of the town Have hent the carter, and so sore him pined, And eke the hostelére so sore engined, That they beknew their wickedness anon, And werë hanged by the neckë bone.
“Here may ye see that dreamës be to dread. And certes in the samë book I read, Right in the nextë chapter after this (I gabbë not, so have I joy and bliss), Two men that would have passed over sea, For certain cause, into a far countrý, If that the wind not haddë been contráry, That made them in a city for to tarry, That stood full merry upon an haven side; But on a day, against the eventide, The wind gan change, and blew right as them lest. Jolly and glad they wentë to their rest, And castë them full early for to sail. But to the one man fell a great marvail That one of them, in sleeping as he lay, He mette a wondrous dream, against the day: He thought a man stood by his beddë’s side, And him commanded that he should abide; And said him thus; ‘If thou to-morrow wend, Thou shalt be drown’d; my tale is at an end.’ He woke, and told his follow what he mette, And prayed him his voyage for to let; As for that day, he pray’d him to abide. His fellow, that lay by his beddë’s side, Gan for to laugh, and scorned him full fast. ‘No dream,’ quoth he, ‘may so my heart