Help Symkyn for the false clerkes fighte This Iohn sterte vp as faste as euere he myghte And graspeth by the walles to and fro To fynde a staf and she sterte vp also And knew the estres bet than dide this Iohn And by the wal a staf she foond anon And saugh a litel shymeryng of a light For at an hole in shoon the moone bright And by that light she saugh hem bothe two But sikerly she nyste who was who But as she saugh a whit thyng in hir Iye And whan she gan this white thyng espye She wende the clerk hadde wered a voluper And with the staf she drow ay ner and ner And wende han hit this Aleyn atte fulle And smoot the Millere on the piled skulle That doun he gooth and cryde harrow I dye Thise clerkes bette hym wel and lete hym lye And greithen hem and tooke hir hors anon And eek hir mele and on hir wey they gon And at the Mille yet they toke hir cake Of half a busshel flour ful wel ybake Thus is the proude Millere wel ybete And hath ylost the gryndyng of the whete And payed for the souper euerydel Of Aleyn and of Iohn that bette hym wel His wyf is swyued and his doghter als Lo which it is a Millere to be fals And therfore this prouerbe is seyd ful sooth Hym thar nat wene wel that yuele dooth