With this chavyl bon I xal sle the,
Thi deth is dyht, thi days be go,
Out of myn handys xalt thou not fle,
With this strok I the kylle.—
Now this boy is slayn and dede,
Of hym I xal nevyr more han drede;
He xal hereafter nevyr ete brede,
With this gresse I xal hym hylle.
Deus. Caym, come fforthe and answere me,
Asoyle my qwestyon anon ryght,