I am not worthy to be clepyd apostle sothly I say yow,
ffor as a wood man ageyn Holy Cherche I mad persecucyon,
But nevertheles I am the grace of God in that that I am, lo!
Petrus. A! gret is youre lownesse, Powle, brother evermo!
Paulus. The keyes of hevene, Peter, God hath you betake,
And also ye ben peler of lith and prynce of us alle;
It is most sittyng to you this preyere to make,
And I unworthy wyth yow preyen here schalle.
Petrus. I take this upon me, Poule, for youre sake.
Now, almythty God, that sittiste above cherubyn halle;