Now have we told ȝow alle be-dene
The hool mater that we thynke to play;
Whan that ȝe come, ther xal ȝe sene
This game wel pleyd in good aray.
Of holy wrytte this game xal bene,
And of no fablys be no way,
Now God them save from trey and tene,
ffor us that prayth upon that day,
And qwyte them wel ther mede.
A Sunday next, yf that we may,