 The Reue Yet has my felawe / som what for his harmHe has the Milleris doghter / in his armHe auntred hym / and has his nedes spedAnd I lye / as a draf sak / in my bedAnd whan this iape / is told another dayI sal ben halden / a daf a CokenayI wil arise and auntre it by my faythVnhardy is vnsely / thus men sayth¶ And vp he roos / and softely he wenteVn to the Cradel / and in his hand it henteAnd baar it softe / vn to his beddes feetSoone after this / the wyf hir routynt leetAnd gan awake / and wente hir out to pisseAnd cam agayn / and gan hir Cradel mysseAnd groped heer and ther / but she foond noonAllas quod she / I hadde almoost mysgoonI hadde almoost goon to the clerkes bedEy benedicite / thanne had I foule yspedAnd forth she gooth / til she the Cradel fondShe gropeth alwey / forther wᵗith hir hondAnd foond the bed / and thoghte noght but goodBy cause / þᵗat the Cradel by it stoodAnd nyste wher she was / for it was derkBut faire and wel / she creep in to the clerkAnd lyth ful stille / and wolde haue caught a sleep̄eWith Inne a while / this Iohn the clerk vp leep̄eAnd on this goode wyf / he leyth on sooreSo murie a fyt ne hadde she nat ful yooreHe priketh harde and depe / as he were madThis ioly lyf / han thise two clerkes ladTil þᵗat / the thridde cok bigan to synge¶ Aleyn wax wery / in the dawenyngeFor he hadde swonken / al the longe nyghtAnd seyde / fare wel Malyn swete wightThe day is come / I may no lenger bydeBut eueremo / wher so I go or rydeI is thyn awen clerk so haue I sel¶ Now deere lemman quod she / go fare welBut er thow go / o thyng I wol thee telleWhan that thow wendest / homward by the Melle