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,