And Samson's wife wept before him, and said, Thou dost but hate me, and lovest me not: thou hast put forth a riddle unto the children of my people, and hast not told it me. And he said unto her, Behold, I have not told it my father nor my mother, and shall I tell thee?
And sche schedde teerys at Sampson, and pleynede, and seide, Þou hatist me, and louest not, þerfor thou nylt expowne to me þe probleme, which thou settidist forth to þe sones of my puple. And he answeride, Y nolde seie to my fadir and modir, and schal Y mow schewe to þee?