¶ Reason with sadnesse dyde his dylygence
¶ To clense the felde within and without
¶ And whan they se the bodely presence
¶ Of that holy Eukaryst lowly gan they lout
¶ So was that lorde receyued out of dout
¶ With all humble chere debonayre & benygne
¶ Lykly to pleasure it was a grete sygne
¶ Then came to the felde the mynyster fynall
¶ Called holy vnccyon with a crysmatory
¶ The fyue hye wayes in especyall
¶ Therof he anoynted & made hit sanctuary
¶ Whome folowed deth whiche wolde not tary
¶ His feruent power there to put in vre
¶ As he was commaunded grauntyng dame Nature
¶ Nota.
¶ He toke his darte called his mortall launce
¶ And bent his stroke towarde the feldes herte
¶ That seyng preesthode bad good remembraunce
¶ Towarde the felde tourne hym & aduerte
¶ For except hym all vertues thense must sterte
¶ And euen with that dethe there sesyne toke
¶ And then all the company clerely hit forsoke
¶ And as soone as dethe thus had sesyne take
¶ The colour of the felde was chaunged sodeynly
¶ The grasse therin seere as though it had be bak
¶ And the fyue hygh wayes were mured vpon hy
¶ That fro thensforwarde none entre shold therbi
¶ The posternes were also without lette
¶ Bothe inwarde & outwarde fyne fast shette
¶ Whiche done sodeynly dethe vanysshed a way
¶ And Vertu exalted was aboue the fyrmament
¶ Where he toke crowne of glory that is ay
¶ Preparate by Alpha & oo omnypotent
¶ The swete frute of macrocosme thyder with hym went
¶ And on all this mater as I stood musyng thus
¶ Agayn fro the felde to me came Morpleus
¶ Sayeng thus what chere how lyketh the this fyght
¶ Haste thou seen ynough or wyll thou see more
¶ Nay syr I sayd my trouthe I you plyght
¶ This is suffycyente yf I knew wherfore
¶ This was to me shewed for therof he lore
¶ Coueyte I to haue yf I gete myght
¶ Folow me quod he and haue thy delyght
¶ Soo I hym folowed tyll he had me brought
¶ To a foresquare herber walled round aboute
¶ Loo quod Morpleus here maist thou that thou sought
¶ Fynde yf thou wyll I put the out of doute
¶ A lytyll whyle we stood styll there withoute
¶ Tyll wytte chyef porter of that herber gate
¶ Requyred by stodye lete vs in there ate
¶ But whan I came in meruayled gretly
¶ Of that I behelde & herde reporte
¶ For fyrst in a chayre apparaylled royally
¶ There sate dam doctryne her childern to exorte
¶ And about her was many a sondry sorte
¶ Some wyllyng to lerne dyuerse scyence
¶ And some for to haue perfyte intellygence
¶ Crowned she was lyke an Emperesse
¶ With .iii. crownes standyng on her hede on by
¶ All thyng about her an Infynyte processe
¶ Were to declare I tell you certaynly
¶ Neuerthelesse some in mynde therof haue I
¶ Whiche I shall to you as god wyll yeue me grace
¶ As I sawe & herde tell in short space