I wolde bete her or that I drynke.
Bete her, quotha? yea, that she shall stynke!
And at every stroke lay her on the grounde,
And trayne[232] her by the here[233] about the house rounde.
I am evyn mad that I bete her not nowe, 15
But I shall rewarde her, hard[e]ly,[234] well ynowe;
There is never a wyfe betwene heven and hell
Whiche was ever beten halfe so well.
Beten, quotha? yea, but what and she therof dye?
Then I may chaunce to be hanged shortly. 20