So Amnon lay down, and feigned himself sick: and when the king was come to see him, Amnon said unto the king, Let her sister Tamar come, I pray thee, and make me a couple of cakes in my sight, that I may eat from her hand.
Þerfor Amon lay doun, and bigan as to be sijk. And whanne þe kyng hadde come to visite him, Amon seide to þe kyng, Y biseche, come Þamar, my sistir, þat sche make twei soupyngis bifor my iyen, and þat Y take of hir hond meete maad redi.