Sith rent him on the rood with full red wounds: _then._ To all the woes that him wasted, I wot not few, Then deemedst (him) to have been dead, and dressed for ever. But, Death, how didst thou then, with all thy derffe words, _fierce._ When thou pricked at his pap with the point of a spear, And touched the tabernacle of his true heart, Where my bower was bigged to abide for ever? _built._ When the glory of his Godhead glinted in thy face, Then wast thou feared of this fare in thy false heart; _affair._ Then thou hied into hell-hole to hide thee belive; _at once._ Thy falchion flew out of thy fist, so fast thou thee hied; Thou durst not blush once back, for better or worse, _look._ But drew thee down full in that deep hell, And bade them bar bigly Belzebub his gates. _greatly, strongly._ Then thou told them tidings, that teened them sore; _grieved._ How that king came to kithen his strength, _show._ And how she[21] had beaten thee on thy bent,[22] and thy brand taken, With everlasting life that longed him till. _belonged to him._ When Life has ended her speech to Death, she turns to her own followers and says:-- Therefore be not abashed, my barnes so dear, _children._ Of her falchion so fierce, nor of her fell words. She hath no might, nay, no means, no more you to grieve, Nor on your comely corses to clap once her hands. I shall look you full lively, and latch full well, _search for: And keere ye further of this kithe,[23] above [lay hold of._ the clear skies.