Petrus. Lord, I wyl the nevyr forsake!
Nor for no perellys fro the fle;
I wyl rather my deth take,
Than onys, Lord, forsake the!
Jhesu. Petyr, thou ferthere than thou doyst knowe,
As for that promese loke thou not make;
ffor or the cok hath twyes crowe,
Thryes thou xal me forsake.
But all my frendys, that arn me dere,
Late us go, the tyme drawyth ny;