Then spake the woman whose the living child was unto the king, for her heart yearned over her son, and she said, Oh, my lord, give her the living child, and in no wise slay it. But the other said, It shall be neither mine nor thine; divide it.
Forsoþe þe womman, whos sone was quik, seide to þe kyng; for her entrailis weren mouyd on hir sone; Lord, Y biseche, yyue ye to hir þe quik child, and nyle ye sle hym. Ayenward sche seide, Be he nethir to me, neþer to þee, but be he departid.