Jhesu. ffadyr, thi wyl ffulfyllyd xal be,
It is nowth to say aȝens the case;
I xal fulfylle the prophesye,
And sofre deth ffor mannys trespace.
Here goth Cryst ageyn to his dyscipulys, and fyndyth hem sclepyng stylle.
Awake, Petyr, thi rest is ful long;
Of sclep thou wylt make no delay:
Judas is redy, with pepyl strong,
And doth his part me to betray.
Ryse up, serys, I ȝou pray!