Sped up thi matere that thou hast begonne, I xal to helle for the to mak redy; Anon thou xalt com wher thou xalt wonne, In fyre and stynk thou xalt sytt me by. _Jhesu._ Now the sone of God claryfyed is, And God in hym is claryfyed also; I am sory that Judas hath lost his blysse, Weche xal turne hym to sorwe and wo. But now in the memory of my passyon, To ben partabyl with me in my reyn above, ȝe xal drynk myn blood with gret devocyon, Wheche xal be xad ffor mannys love. Takyth these chalys of the newe testament, And kepyth this evyr in ȝour mende; As often as ȝe do this with trewe intent, It xal defende ȝow from ȝe ffende. _Than xal the dysciplys com and take the blod. Jhesus seyng_, This is my blood that for mannys synne, Outh of myn herte it xal renne. _And the dyscyplys xul sett them aȝen ther thei were, and Jhesus xal seyn_, Takyth hed now, bretheryn, what I have do; With my flesch and blood I have ȝow fed! ffor mannys love I may do no mo Than for love of man to be ded. Werfore, Petyr, and ȝe everychon, ȝyf ȝe love me, fede my schep; That, for fawth of techyng, thei go not wrong, But evyr to hem takyth good kep. ȝevyth hem my body, as I have to ȝow, Qweche xal be sacryd be my worde; And evyr I xal thus abyde with ȝow, Into the ende of the werde. Ho so etyth my body and drynkyth my blood, Hol God and man he xal me take; It xal hym defende from the devyl wood, And at his deth I xal hym nowth forsake. And ho so not ete my body nor drynke my blood, Lyfe in hym is nevyr a dele; Kepe wel this in mende for ȝour good, And every man save hymself wele. _Here Jhesus takyth a basyn with watyr and towaly gyrt abowtyn hym, and fallyth beforn Petyr on his o kne._ _Jhesus._ Another exawmpyl I xal ȝow shewe, How ȝe xal leve in charyté; Syt here down at wordys fewe, And quat I do ȝe, sofre me. _Here he takyth the basyn and the towaly, and doth as the roberych seyth beforn._ _Petrus._ Lord! what wylt thou with me do? This service of the I wyl forsake; To wassche my feet thou xal not so,— I am not worthy it of the to take. _Jhesu._ Petyr and thou forsake my servyces alle, The weche to ȝow that I xal do; No part with me have thou xal, And nevyr com my blysse onto. _Petrus._ That part, Lord, we wyl not forgo, We xal abey his comawndement; Wasche hed and hond, we pray the so, We wyl don aftyr thin entent. _Here Jhesus wasshyth his dyscipulys feet by and by, and whypyth hem and kyssyth hem mekely, and sythyn settyth hym down, thus seyng_, ffrendys, this wasshyng xal now prevayll, ȝoure Lord and mayster ȝe do me calle; And so I am, withowytn fayl, ȝet I have wasschyd ȝow alle. A memory of this have ȝe xall, That eche of ȝow xal do to othyr, With umbyl hert submyt egal, As eche of ȝow were otherys brother.