For she was fall’n asleep a little wight 1347 With John the clerk, that waked had all night: And with the fall out of her sleep she braid. 1348 “Help, holy cross of Bromëholm,” 1349 she said; “ In manus tuas! Lord, to thee I call. Awake, Simón, the fiend is on me fall; Mine heart is broken; help; I am but dead: There li’th one on my womb and on mine head. Help, Simkin, for these falsë clerks do fight” This John start up as fast as e’er he might, And groped by the wallës to and fro To find a staff; and she start up also, And knew the estres 1350 better than this John, And by the wall she took a staff anon: And saw a little shimmering of a light, For at an hole in shone the moonë bright,