The Lady with unger is constrayned to kill her best beloued and onely Sonne, and eate him: whose body she Roasted .

When this was said, her feeble child she tooke,
And with a sword which she had lying by,
She thrust him through turning away her looke,
That her wet eyes might not behold him die:
And when sweete life was from his body fled,
A thousand times she kist him being dead.

His milke white body staind with purple blood,
She clensd and washt with siluer dropping teares,
Which being done, she wipte it as she stood,
With nothing else, but her faire golden haires:
And when she saw his litle lims were cold,
She cut him vp, for hunger made her bold.

In many peeces did she then deuide him,
Some part she sod, some other part she rosted,
From neighbours sight she made great shift to hide him,
And of her cheere, in heart she greatly bosted:
Ere it was ready, she began to eate,
And from the spit, pluckt many bits of meate.