For which this Millere stal bothe mele and corn An hondred tyme moore than biforn For ther biforn he stal but curteisly But now he was a theef outrageously For which the wardeyn chidde and made fare But ther of sette the Millere noght a tare He craked boost and swoor it was noght so Thanne were ther yonge poure scolers two That dwelten in the halle of which I seye Testyf they were and lusty for to pleye And oonly for hir myrthe and reuerye Vp on the wardeyn bisily they crye To yeue hem leue but a litel stounde To go to Mille and seen hir corn ygrounde And hardily they dorste leye hir nekke The Millere sholde noght stelen hem half a pekke Of corn by sleighte ne by force hem reue And at the laste the wardeyn yaf hem leue Iohn highte that oon and Aleyn highte that oother Of oon town were they born that highte Strother Fer in the North I kan noght telle where This Aleyn maketh redy al his gere From Cx1 They makyn redy al hir owen gere And on an hors the sak he caste anon Forth gooth Aleyn the clerk. and also Iohn With good swerd and with bokeler by his syde Iohn knew the wey hym neded no gyde And at the Mille the sak adoun he layth Aleyn spak first al hayl Symkyn in fayth How fares thy faire doghter and thy wyf