Without remeid, thare wes no-thyng bot dede[259].
And be scho had In Manus tuas said,
Extinctit wer hir naturall wyttis fyve;
Hir heid full softlye on hir schulder laid,
Syne yeild the spreit, with panes pungityve[260].
The Ravin began rudely to rug and ryve[261],
Full gormondlyke[262], his emptie throte to feid.
“Eit softlye, brother,” said the gredy Gled:
“Quhill scho is hote, depart hir evin amang us.
Tak thow one half, and reik[263] to me ane-uther.