This is my blood that for mannys synne,
Outh of myn herte it xal renne.
And the dyscyplys xul sett them aȝen ther thei were, and Jhesus xal seyn,
Takyth hed now, bretheryn, what I have do;
With my flesch and blood I have ȝow fed!
ffor mannys love I may do no mo
Than for love of man to be ded.
Werfore, Petyr, and ȝe everychon,
ȝyf ȝe love me, fede my schep;
That, for fawth of techyng, thei go not wrong,