Thi fals fablis thei be ful thyk,
Why hast thou put dethis pryk
In Adam and his wyff?
Thow thei bothyn my byddyng have brokyn,
Out of whoo ȝet art not wrokyn,
In helle logge thou xalt be loky[n],
And nevyr mo lacche lyff.
Diabolus. I xal the sey whereffore and why
I ded hem alle this velony,
ffor I am ful of gret envy,