With gostly ey I veryly se,
That man ffor man an hende must make.
Here the dysciples come ageyn to Cryst, Petyr thus seyng,
Petrus. Alleredy lord is oure ordenawns,
As I hope to ȝow plesyng xal be,
Seymon hath don, at ȝoure instawns,
He is ful glad ȝour presens to se.
Johannes. Alle thyng we have, Lorde, at oure plesyng,
That longyth to ȝoure mawndé with ful glad chere;
Whan he herd telle of ȝour comyng,