I xal lokyn on every syde.
Here I tythe this unthende sheff,
Lete God take it or ellys lef,
Thow it be to me gret repreff,
I ȝeve no ffors this tyde.
Abelle. Now Caym, brother, thou dost ful ille,
ffor God the sent bothe best and werst,
Therfore thou shewe to hym good wylle,
And tythe to God evyr of the best.
Caym. In feyth, thou shewyst now a febylle skylle,