Unto the cradle, and in his hand it hent, 1332 And bare it soft unto his beddë’s feet. Soon after this the wife her routing lete, 1333 And gan awake, and went her out to piss, And came again, and gan the cradle miss, And groped here and there, but she found none. “Alas!” quoth she, “I had almost misgone, I had almost gone to the clerkës’ bed. Ey! benedicite , then had I foul y-sped.” And forth she went, till she the cradle fand. She groped alway farther with her hand, And found the bed, and thoughtë not but good, 1334 Becausë that the cradle by it stood, And wist not where she was, for it was derk; But fair and well she crept in by the clerk, And lay full still, and would have caught a sleep. Within a while this John the Clerk up leap, And on this goodë wife laid on full sore; So merry a fit had she not had full yore.