Hir thoghte that a lady sholde hir spare What for hir kynrede and hir nortelrye That she hadde lerned in the Nonnerye A doghter hadde they bitwix hem two Of twenty yeer with outen any mo Sauyng a child that was of half yeer age In Cradel it lay and was a propre page This wenche thikke and wel ygrowen was With camuse nose and eyen greye as glas With buttokes brode and brestes rounde and hye But right fair was hir heer I wol nat lye From Ha3Eke for hir͗ fadre thowte þat shee was fayreThe person of the toun for she was so feir In purpos was to maken hir his heir Bothe of his catel and his Mesuage And straunge he made it of hir mariage His purpos was for to bistowe hir hye In to som worthy blood of Auncetrye For holicherches good moot been despended On holicherches blood that is descended Ther fore he wolde his holy blood honoure Thogh that he holy chirche sholde deuoure Greet sokne hath this Miller out of doute With whete and malt of al the land aboute And nameliche ther was a greet Collegge Men clepeth the soler halle at Cantebregge Ther was hir whete and eek hir malt ygrounde And on a day it happed in a stounde Syk lay the maunciple on a maladie Men wenden wisly that he sholde dye