This fygure xal sesse, anothyr xal folwe therby;
Weche xal be of my body that am ȝour hed,
Weche xal be shewyd to ȝow be a mystery,
Of my fflesche and blood in forme of bred.
And with fervent desyre of hertys affeccion,
I have enterly desyryd to kepe my mawndé,
Among ȝow er than I suffre my passyon,
ffor of this no more togedyr suppe xal we.
And as the Paschal lomb etyn have we,
In the eld lawe was usyd for a sacryfyce,