But er thow go, o thing I wol thee telle: Whan that thou wendest homeward by the melle, Right at the entree of the dore bihynde Thou shalt a cake of half a bushel fynde That was ymaked of thyn owene mele, Which that I help my sire for to stele.
Ther saugh I Attheon an hert ymaked, For vengeaunce that he saugh Diane al naked; I saugh how that his houndes have hym caught And freeten hym, for that they knewe hym naught.