Ete bothe erbys, gres, and root,
Thy bale hath non other boot,
As wrecche in werlde thou wende.
Womman thou sowtyst this synnyng,
And bad hym breke myn byddyng,
Therfore thou xalt ben undyrlyng,
To mannys byddyng bend.
What he byddyth the, do thou that thynge,
And bere thi chyldere with gret gronynge,
In daungere and in deth dredynge,