¶ Incipit Tercia pars.
Ther fel as fallith many tymes mo
Line 449
whan þat þis child haþ souked but a þrowe
This marquys in his herte longith so
Tempte his wyf . hir sadnesse for to knowe
That he ne might out of his herte þrowe
Line 453
This meruaylous desir his wyf tassaye
Now god wot he þought hir to affraye
Line 455
He had assayed hir ynough bifore
Line 456
And fond hir euer good what needith it/
hire to tempte . and alway more and more
Though som men prayse it for a subtil wit
But as for me I say that euel it sit
Line 460
Tassay a wyf whan þat it is no neede
And putte hir in anguysch and in dreede
Line 462