But I ȝow be-hete,
Withinne ffewe days that ȝe
In the Holy Goost xul baptyzid be,
Therfore rysyth up and ffolwyht me
Onto the mownte of Olyvete.
Jacobus major. O Lord! vowchesaff us for to telle,
Iff thou wylt now, withowte more delay,
Restoryn the kyngdam of Israelle,
And ȝeve us the joye, Lord, that lestyth ay.
Jhesus. Seres, the tymes and the monthis knowe ȝe ne may,