Aleyn wel come quod Symkyn by my lyf And Iohn also how now what do ye here By god quod Iohn . Symond nede has na peere Hym bihoues serue hym self that has na swayn Or ellis he is a fool as clerkes sayn Oure maunciple I hope he wol be deed Swa werkes ay the wanges in his heed And ther fore is I come and eek Alayn To grynde oure corn and carie it heem agayn I pray yow speed vs heythen what ye may It shal be doon quod Symkyn by my fay What wol ye doon whil that it is in hande By god right by the hoper wol I stande Quod Iohn and se how the corn gas In Yet saw I neuere by my fader kyn How that the hoper wagges til and fra Aleyn answerde Iohn wiltow swa Thanne wol I be byneth by my crown And se how that the mele falles down In to the trogh that sal be my desport For Iohn in faith I may been of youre sort I is as ille a Millere as ar ye This Millere smyled of hir nycetee And thoghte al this nys doon but for a wyle They wene that no man may hem bigile But by my thrift yet shal I blere hir Iye For al the sleighte in hir PhilosophyeThe moore queynte crekys that they make The moore wol I stele whan I take In stede of flour yet wol I yeue hem bren