This jolly life have these two clerkës lad, Till that the thirdë cock began to sing. Alein wax’d weary in the morrowing, For he had swonken 1336 all the longë night, And saidë; “Farewell, Malkin, my sweet wight. The day is come, I may no longer bide, But evermore, where so I go or ride, I is thine owen clerk, so have I hele.” 1337 “Now, dearë leman,” 1338 quoth she, “go, farewele: But ere thou go, one thing I will thee tell. When that thou wendest homeward by the mill, Right at the entry of the door behind Thou shalt a cake of half a bushel find, That was y-maked of thine owen meal, Which that I help’d my father for to steal. And goodë leman, God thee save and keep.” And with that word she gan almost to weep. Alein uprose and thought, “Ere the day daw I will go creepen in by my felláw:”