Et cantabit gallus. And than Jhesus xal lokyn on Petyr, and Petyr xal wepyn, and than he xal gon out and seyn,
A! weel away! weel away! fals hert, why wylt thou not brest,
Syn thi maystyr so cowardly thou hast forsake?
Alas! qwher xal I now on erthe rest,
Tyl he of his mercy to grace wole me take?
I have forsake my mayster and my lord Jhesu
Thre tymes, as he tolde me that I xuld do the same;
Wherfore I may not have sorwe anow,
I synful creature am so meche to blame.
Whan I herd the cok crowyn, he kest on me a loke,