As of a stok were ryue a braunche.

Aȝone to hys fadyr went,

And broght hym a sory present:

'Loke, fadyr,' he seyd, 'and haue hyt here,

Þe arme of þy doghtyr dere, 125

Þat was myn owne syster Aue,

Þat y wende y myȝt a saue.

Þy cursyng now sene hyt ys

Wyth veniaunce on þy owne flessh.

Fellyche þou cursedest, and ouer sone; 130