And sowle drynke my bodyes blode.

Thow my body be now sclayn,

The thrydde day, this is certayn,

I xal reyse my body agayn,

To lyve as I ȝow say!

Now wole I go streyth to helle,

And feche ffrom the fendys felle,

Alle my frendys that therin dwelle,

To blysse that lestyth ay.

The sowle goth to helle gatys and seyth, “Attollite portas, principes, vestras, et elevamini, portæ eternales, et introibit Rex Gloriæ.”