Þer was wyn ful clere
In mony a feir maseere,
And oþer drynkes þat weore dere
In coupes ful gret.
Siþþe was schewed hem bi
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Murþe and munstralsy,
And preyed hem do gladly
Wiþ rial rehet. [rehet = cheer, afrz. rehaiter.]
By þe bordes vp þei stode.
Or þei forþere ȝode,
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So weore þei war of a rode
Ful raþe, as I rede,
And a bodi þer-vppon
Þat woundes hedde mony on;
Bi him stod Marie and Jon,
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Wepynde good spede,
Oþur apostles of prys,
Poul and Peter þe wys
And seint Jon þe Baptys,
Was douhti of dede.
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Whon he was schewed to þe siht,
Boþe of leom and of liht
Þe mon þat most was of miht,
His woundes gon blede.
Þe jeuȝ sone seide he:
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"Holden is þat I hihte þe".
Þe toþer seide: "þat schal I se,
Certeynly, ful sone".
Þe cristen mon hedde a derworþ þinge,
On his bodi he gon hit brynge:
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Þat a prest schulde wiþ synge
Whon masse schulde be don.
"Ȝif þou be god so fre
Þat for me diȝed on þe tre,
Here þi sone mai þou se"
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And heold him abouen.
Whon he was schewed to þe siht,
He barst þe buyldynge so briht.
Boþe was derk as þe niht
Heore sonne and heore mone.
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Al þe gere þat was gay
Was þenne Iwasted away.
Þe cristene mon gon say:
"Beon þeos þi godes here?"
Þe jeuh onswerde him wiþ nay
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And ofte merci gon him pray:
"I wol leue my lay
And on þi lore lere.
Sore I doute me of dred.
I haue ilost my wed:
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Þo þat are forþ fled
Was fendes in feere,
Non good, but al ille".
No more he tented hem tille.
Heo þo stoden ope hulle
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Þer þey furst were.
Þus he ȝeldes him ȝare,
Al for his welfare.
He seide: "of blisse I haue be bare
Seþþen I was furst born.
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Now knowe I wel þat hit mai be
Þat ofold god is in þre:
Whuch þat þou brouȝt wiþ þe
Þis day at morn.
He is vre heuene kyng,
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Makere of alle þyng,
And schop þe fruit for to spryng,
Boþe curnel and corn".
Þus he rapes of his res,
To vre God he him ches,
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Let al his luþernes,
Was poynt to be lorn.
Seþþe þei wente to þe cite,
Acordet, as þei scholde be.
Who was payed bote he,
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And eiþer of oþer!
He þonked god his swete sonde
Þat he hedde brouȝt out of bonde,
Wel Iwonne to his honde,
Bliþely his broþer.
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Mete and drynke þei hedde at wille,
Wiþouten grucchyng or grille
In trouþe tente þei þer tille,
And lafte al þat oþer.
Þe mon þat haþ synne Iwrouȝt
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