XL. THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST.
Modo de die Pentecost. Apostoli dicant genuflect. Spiritus Sanctus decendat super eos, etc.
| Petrus, | Andreas, | Jacobus major. |
| Honowre, | wurchipp, | and reverens. |
| Johannes, | Philippus, | Jacobus minor. |
| Glorye, | grace, | and goodnes. |
| Thomas, | Bartholomeus, | Symon. |
| Dygnité, | vertu, | and excellence. |
| Matheus, | Judas, | Matheas. |
| Bewté, | blyssynge, | and bryghtnes. |
Petrus. Be to that lord heye wurthynes!
Andreas. Whiche hath performyd that he us hyght.
Jacobus major. And us enbawmyd with suche swetnes.
Johannes. Whiche to dyscrye ffer passyth oure myght.
Philippus. This we alle wel kenne.
Jacobus minor. Now gracious Lord Jhesu,
Thomas. Conferme us in thi vertu!
Bartholomeus. And graunt us grace evyr it to sew!
Symon. Sey we alle togedyr, Amen! Amen!
Et omnes osculant terram.
Primus Judæus. Now ffelawys, take hede, ffor be my trewthe,
ȝondyr syttyth a dronkyn ffelacheppe.
Secundus Judæus. To don hem good it were grett ruthe.
Tertius Judæus. ȝa, I prey God ȝeve hem alle shenscheppe.
Primus Judæus. Muste in here brayn so sclyly dothe creppe,
That thei cheteryn and chateryn as they jays were.
Secundus Judæus. ȝa, were they ony wel browth asclepe,
It wore almes to the revere hem to bere,
There hem to baptyze.
Primus Judæus. That were, as thynkyth me,
A jentyl sporte to se,
A bettyr game to be
Cowde no man devyse.
Petrus. Serys, alas! what do ȝe mene?
Why scorne ȝe now thus Goddys grace?
It is nothynge as ȝe do wene,
Ther is no drunke man in this place;
Wherefore ryght grett is ȝowre trespace:
But, syres, lyst what it doth sygnifye;
ffulfyllyd is now to mannys solace,
Of Johel the pregnaunt prophecye,
In whiche that he,
That ȝe han seyn,
In wourdys pleyn,
Declareth serteyn:
Now blyssyd God be! Amen.