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But all my frendys, that arn me dere,
Late us go, the tyme drawyth ny;
We may no lengere abydyn here,
ffor I must walke to Betany.
The tyme is come, the day drawyth nere,
Onto my deth I must in hast;
Now, Petyr, make halle thi felawys chere,
My flesche for fere is qwakyng fast.
Here Jhesus goth to Betany-ward, and his dyscipulys folwyng with sad contenawns, Jhesus seyng,
[**F2: A more modern edition of these plays, http://www.umm.maine.edu/faculty/necastro/drama/ntown/27_last_supper.html, ends just before this stage direction. So this is the end, and we're not missing a page.]
