_Jhesu._ O Jherusalem! woful is the ordenawnce Of the day of thi gret persecucyon; Thou xalt be dystroy with woful grevans, And thi ryalté browth to trew confusyon. ȝe that in the ceté han habytacyon, Thei xal course the tyme that thei were borne, So gret advercyté and trybulacion, Xal falle on hem bothe evyn and morwyn. Thei that han most chylderyn sonest xal wayle, And seyn, alas! what may this meen? Both mete and drynk sodeynly xal fayle,— The vengeance of God ther xal be seen. The tyme is comyng hes woo xal ben, The day of trobyl and gret grevauns; Bothe templys and towrys they xal down cleen, O ceté! fful woful is thin ordenawns! XXVII. THE LAST SUPPER. _Petrus._ Lord! where wolte thou kepe thi maundé? I pray the now lete us have knowyng: That we may make redy for the, The to serve withowte latyng. _Johannes._ To provyde, Lord, for thi comyng, With alle the obedeyns we kan atende, And make redy for the in al thyng, Into what place thou wyth us send. _Jhesu._ Serys, goth to Syon, and ȝe xal mete A pore man in sympyl aray, Beryng watyr in the strete, Telle hym I xal come that way. Onto hym mekely loke that ȝe say, That hese hous I wole come tylle; He wele not onys to ȝow sey nay, But sofre to have alle ȝour wylle. _Petrus._ At thi wyl, Lord, it xal be don, To seke that place we xal us hye. _Johannes._ In alle the hast that we may go, Thin comawdement nevyr to denye. _Here Petyr and John gon forth metyng with Symon leprows beryng a kan with watyr, Petyr thus seyng_, _Petrus._ Good man, the prophete, oure Lord Jhesus, This nyth wyl reste wythin thin halle; On massage to the he hath sent us, That ffor his sopere ordeyn thou xalle. _Johannes._ ȝa! for hym and his dyscipulys alle, Ordeyn thu for his maundé, A paschalle lomb what so befalle, ffor he wyl kepe his pasche with the. _Symon._ What, wyl my Lord vesyte my plase? Blyssyd be the tyme of his comyng! I xal ordeyn withinne short space ffor my good lordys welcomyng. Serys, walkyth in at the begynnyng, And se what vetaylys that I xal take, I am so glad of this tydyng, I wot nevyr what joye that I may make. _Here the dyscypulys gon in with Symon to se the ordenawns, and Cryst comyng thedyr-ward, thus seyng_, _Jhesus._ This pathe is cal Sydon be goostly ordenawns, Weche xal convey us, wher we xal be, I knowe ful redy is the purvyaunce, Of my frendys that lovyn me. Contewnyng in pees now procede we, ffor mannys love this wey I take, With gostly ey I veryly se, That man ffor man an hende must make. _Here the dysciples come ageyn to Cryst, Petyr thus seyng_,