To se my ffrende with many a fo
Alle to-rent from top to too,
His flesche withowtyn hyde!
Johannes. A! blyssyd lady, as I ȝow telle,
Had he not deyd, we xuld to helle,
Amonges ffendys ther evyr to dwelle,
In peynes that ben smert!
He sufferyth deth for oure trespace,
And thorwe his deth we xal have grace,
To dwelle with hym in hevyn place;