But evyr to hem takyth good kep.
ȝevyth hem my body, as I have to ȝow,
Qweche xal be sacryd be my worde;
And evyr I xal thus abyde with ȝow,
Into the ende of the werde.
Ho so etyth my body and drynkyth my blood,
Hol God and man he xal me take;
It xal hym defende from the devyl wood,
And at his deth I xal hym nowth forsake.
And ho so not ete my body nor drynke my blood,