And with fervent desyre of hertys affeccion, I have enterly desyryd to kepe my mawndé, Among ȝow er than I suffre my passyon, ffor of this no more togedyr suppe xal we. And as the Paschal lomb etyn have we, In the eld lawe was usyd for a sacryfyce, So the newe lomb that xal be sacryd be me, Xal be usyd for a sacryfyce most of price. _Here xal Jhesus take a noble in his hand, lokyng upward into hefne, to the fadyr thus seyng_, Wherefore to the, Fadyr of hefne, that art eternalle, Thankyng and honor I ȝeld onto the, To whom be the Godhed I am eqwalle, But be my manhod I am of lesse degré. Wherefore I, as man, worchep the deyté, Thankyng the, fadyr, that thou wylt shew this mystery, And thus thurwe thi myth, Fadyr, and blyssyng of me. Of this that was bred is mad my body. _Here xal he spekyn ageyn to his dysciples, thus seyng_, Bretheryn, be the vertu of these wordys that rehercyd be, This that shewyth as bred to ȝour apparens, Is mad the very flesche and blod of me, To the weche thei that wole be savyd must ȝeve credens. And as in the olde lawe it was comawndyd and precepte, To ete this lomb to the dystruccyon of Pharao unkende, So to dystroy ȝour gostly enmye this xal be kepte, ffor ȝour paschal lombe into the werdys ende. ffor this is the very lombe, withowte spot of synne, Of weche John the Baptyst dede prophesy, Than this prophesye he dede begynne, Seyng “Ecce agnus Dey!” And how ȝe xal ete this lombe I xal ȝeve infformacion, In the same forme as the eld lawe doth specyfye, As I shewe be gostly interpretacyon; Therfore to that I xal sey ȝour wyttes loke ȝe replye. With no byttyr bred this bred ete xal be, That is to say, with no byttyrnesse of hate and envye, But with the suete bred of love and charyté, Weche ffortefyet the soule gretlye. And it schuld ben etyn with the byttyr sokelyng, That is to mene, ȝyf a man be of synful dysposycion, Hathe led his lyff here with myslevyng, Therfore in his hert he xal have byttyr contrycion. Also the hed with the feet ete xal ȝe, Be the hed ȝe xal undyrstand my Godhed, And be the feet ȝe xal take myn humanyté, These tweyn ȝe xal receyve togedyr in dede. This immaculat lombe that I xal ȝow ȝeve, Is not only the Godhed alone, But bothe God and man, thus must ȝe beleve; Thus the hed with the feet ȝe xal receyve eche on. Of this lombe un-ete yf owth belevyth i-wys, Yt xuld be cast in the clere fyre and brent; Weche is to mene, yf thou undyrstande nowth al this, Put thi feyth in God, and than thou xalt not be shent. The gyrdyl that was comawndyd here reynes to sprede, Xal be the gyrdyl of clennes and chastyté; That is to sayn, to be contynent in word, thought, and dede, And alle leccherous levyng cast ȝow for to fle.