Now, my dere frendys and bretheryn echone,
Remembyr the wordys that I xal sey;
The tyme is come that I must gon,
ffor to fulfylle the prophesey.
That is seyd that I xal dey,
The fendys power fro ȝow to flem;
Weche deth I wole not deney,
Mannys sowle my spouse for to redem.
The oyle of mercy is grawntyd playn
Be this jorné that I xal take;
Be my fadyr I am sent sertayn,
Betwyx God and man an ende to make.
Man for my brother may I not forsake,
Nor shewe hym unkendenesse be no wey;
In peynys for hym my body schal schake,
And for love of man, man xal dey.
Here Jhesus and his discipules go toward the mount of Olyvet; and whan he comyth a lytyl ther besyde, in a place lyche to a park, he byddyt his dyscipules abyde hym ther, and seyth to Petyr or he goth,
Petyr, with thi ffelawys here xalt thou abyde,
And weche tyl I come ageyn;
I must make my prayere here ȝou besyde.
My flesche qwakyth sore for fere and peyn.
