We may no lengere abydyn here,
ffor I must walke to Betany.
The tyme is come, the day drawyth nere,
Onto my deth I must in hast;
Now, Petyr, make halle thi felawys chere,
My flesche for fere is qwakyng fast.
Here Jhesus goth to Betany-ward, and his dyscipulys folwyng with sad contenawns, Jhesus seyng,
XVIII. THE BETRAYING OF CHRIST.
Now, my dere frendys and bretheryn echone,