And þer þou shalt in a fir brenne.”
Sho was adrad, for he so þrette,
And durste nouth þe spusing lette,
But þey hire likede swiþe ille,
She consents, thinking it is God’s will.
Þouthe it was godes wille:
God, þat makes to growen þe korn,
Formede hire wimman to be born.
Hwan he hauede don him for drede,
Þat he sholde hire spusen, and fede,