Wha herkned euere swilk a ferly thyng Ye they sal haue the flour of il endyng This lang nyght ther tydes me na reste But yet na force al sal be for the beste For Iohn seyde he als euere moot I thryue If that I may yon wenche wol I swyue Som esement has lawe shapen vs For Iohn ther is a lawe that says thus That gif a man in a point be agreued That in another he sal be releued Oure corn is stoln soothly it is na nay And we han had an ille fit to day And syn I sal haue naan amendement Agayn my los I wil haue esement By goddes saule it sal naan other be This Iohn answerde Aleyn auyse thee The Millere is a perilous man he sayde And if that he out of his sleep abrayde He myghte doon vs bathe a vileynye Aleyn answerde I counte hym noght a flye And vp he rist and by the wenche he crepte This wenche lay vp righte and faste slepte Til he so neigh was er she myghte espie That it hadde been to late for to crie And shortly for to seyn they were at oon Now pley Aleyn for I wol speke of Iohn This Iohn lith stille a furlang wey or two And to hym self he maketh routhe and wo Allas quod he this is a wikked Iape Now may I seyn that I is but an ape