ffor thin envyous cruelté
In endeles dampnacian xalt thou be,
And nevyr comyn out of helle.
Belialle. Alas! herrow! now am I bownde,
In helle gonge to ly on grounde,
In hendles sorwe now am I wounde,
In care evyr more to dwelle.
In helle logge I lyȝ alone,
Now is my joye awey al gone,
ffor alle fendys xul be my fone,