"He shall out of preson pas, For that he begyled was Thrugh the edder, and his wyfe; Thay gart hym towch the tree of lyfe, And ete the frute that I forbed, And he was dampned for that dede. Ryghtwysnes wyll we make; I wyll that my son manhede take, For reson wyll that ther be thre, A man, a madyn, and a tre: Man for man, tre for tre, Madyn for madyn; thus shal it be."