Now why dost thou cry out aloud? Is there no king in thee, is thy counsellor perished, that pangs have taken hold of thee as of a woman in travail?
Now whi art thou drawun togidere with mournyng? wheþer a kyng is not to þee, eþer thi counselour perischide? for sorowe hath take þee, as a womman trauelinge of child.