This ffrute is best as I the telle.
Eva. That appyl to ete I were to blame,
ffrom joy oure lorde wolde us expelle,
We xuld dye and be put out with schame,
In joye of paradyse nevyr more to duelle.
God hymself thus sayde,
What day of that frute we ete,
With these wurdys God dyd us threte,
That we xuld dye our lyff to lete,
Therffore I am affrayde.