That yonder is the night risen well nigh.
There is a dial, whereon I may espie
The hour of the day. ’Tis already betwixt four and five.
Here I must get me a lodging, as I would thrive.
There remains yet an hour more of day,
And in three hours I scarcely may
Win home to mine eme’s. Nay, to stay here were best.
Mine aunt dwelleth hard by, as I have guessed.
I will go pray her that she make me a bed,
An on the morrow, so soon as I be awak’ned,