And the schon that xal be ȝour feet upon, Is not ellys but exawnpyl of vertuis levyng; Of ȝour form fadeyrs ȝou beforn, With these schon my steppys ȝe xal be sewyng. And the staf that in ȝour handys ȝe xal holde, Is not ellys but the exawmplys to other men teche; Hold fast ȝour stavys in ȝour handys, and beth bolde To every creature myn precepttys for to preche. Also ȝe must ete this paschalle lombe hastyly, Of weche sentens this is the very entent; At every oure and tyme ȝe xal be redy, ffor to fulfylle my cowmawndement. ffor thow ȝe leve this day, ȝe are not sure Whedyr ȝe xal leve to morwe or nowth; Therfor hastyly every oure do ȝoure besy cure, To kepe my preceptys, and than thar ȝe not dowth. Now have I lerned ȝow how ȝe xal ete ȝour paschal lombe, that is my precyous body; Now I wyl fede ȝow alle with awngellys mete, Wherfore to reseyve it come fforth seryattly. _Petrus._ Lord, ffor to receyve this gostly sustenawns In dewe forme, it excedyth myn intellygens; ffor no man of hymself may have substawns To receyve it with to meche reverens. ffor with more delycyous mete, Lord, thou may us not fede, Than with thin owyn precyous body; Wherfore what I have trespacyd in word, thought, or dede,— With byttyr contrycion, Lord, I haske the mercy. _Whan oure Lorde ȝyvyth his body to his dyscypulys, he xal sey to eche of hem, except to Judas_, This is my body, fflesch, and blode, That for the xal dey upon the rode. _And whan Judas comyth last, oure Lord xal sey to hym_, Judas, art thou avysyd what thou xalt take? _Judas._ Lord, thi body I wyl not forsake! _And sythyn oure Lord xal sey onto Judas_, _Jhesu._ Myn body to the I wole not denye, Sythyn thou wylt presume therupon; Yt xal be thi dampnacyon verylye,— I ȝeve the warnyng now beforn. _And aftyr that Judas hath reseyvyd, he xal syt ther he was, Cryst seyng_, On of ȝow hath betrayd me, That at my borde with me hath ete; Bettyr it hadde hym for to a be Bothe unborn and unbegete. _Than eche dyscypyl xal loke on other, and Petyr xal sey_, _Petrus._ Lord, it is not I. _And so alle xul seyn, tyl thei comyn at Judas, weche xal sey_, _Judas._ Is it owth I, Lord? _Than Jhesus xal sey_, _Jhesus._ Judas, thou seyst that word! Me thou ast solde, that was thi ffrend, That thou hast begonne brenge to an ende. _Than Judas xal gon ageyn to the Jewys, and, yf men wolne, xal mete with hym and sey this speche folwyng, or levynt, whether thei wyl, the devyl thus seyng_, _Demon._ A! a! Judas, derlyng myn! Thou art the best to me that evyr was bore! Thou xalt be crownyd in helle peyn! And therof thou xalt be sekyr for evyrmore! Thow hast solde thi maystyr and etyn hym also, I wolde thou kowdyst bryngyn hym to helle every del; But ȝet I fere he xuld do ther sum sorwe and wo, That alle helle xal crye out on me that sel.