To save mannys sowle that xuld spylle,
I am redy in eche degré,
The vyl of the for to fulfylle.
Here Jhesus gothe to his dyscipulis and fyndyth hem sclepyng, Jhesus thus seyng to Petyr,
Petyr! Petyr! thou slepyst fast,
Awake thi felawys and sclepe no more;
Of my deth ȝe are not agast,
ȝe take ȝour rest and I peyn sore.
Here Cryst goth ageyn the second tyme to Olyvet, and seyth knelyng,
ffadyr in hevyn, I beseche the