In paradys for to pleye?
Eva. Lord! whan thou wentyst from this place,
A werm with an aungelys face,
He hyth us to be ful of grace,
The frute yf that we ete.
I dyd his byddyng, alas! alas!
Now we be bowndyn in dethis las,
I suppose it was Sathanas,
To peyne he gan us pete.
Deus. Thou werm with thi wylys wyk,