The wife came leaping inward at a renne, 1279 She said; “Alas! your horse went to the fen With wildë mares, as fast as he could go. Unthank 1280 come on his hand that bound him so, And his that better should have knit the rein.” “Alas!” quoth John, “Alein, for Christë’s pain Lay down thy sword, and I shall mine also. I is full wight, 1281 God wate, 1282 as is a roe. By Goddë’s soul he shall not scape us bathe. 1283 Why n’ had thou put the capel 1284 in the lathe? 1285 Ill hail, Alein, by God thou is a fonne.” 1286 These silly clerkës have full fast y-run