And found the cradle with his hand anon. “By God!” thought he, “all wrong I have misgone: My head is totty of my swink 1339 tonight, That maketh me that I go not aright. I wot well by the cradle I have misgo’; Here lie the miller and his wife also.” And forth he went a twenty devil way Unto the bed, there as the miller lay. He ween’d 1340 t’ have creeped by his fellow John, And by the miller in he crept anon, And caught him by the neck, and gan him shake, And said; “Thou John, thou swinë’s-head, awake For Christë’s soul, and hear a noble game! For by that lord that called is Saint Jame, As I have thriës in this shortë night Swived the miller’s daughter bolt-upright, While thou hast as a coward lain aghast.” 1341