WHan he had taasted he wold not drynke / but sayd all is fulfylled / Thenne myght he wel haue sait alas / now am I out¦rageously seruyd / yt for al the com¦panye that I haue had wyth them and for all the honoures that I ha¦ue shewed to theym / they yelde me now thus shrewedly my seruyse. that in soo grete disease as / I am now in / and in soo grete defawte they wylle not gyue me a lityl wa¦ter to drynke. Now am I outrage¦ously seruyd / For truly this same dyde more harme than many other of the paynes that he suffryd· And noo merueyle / for he had lon¦ge laboured for to teche theym for to saue their soules▪ and to drawe theyr loue towarde hym / And for all this grete loue yet at the laste they dyde hym this grete vilanye Wherof he pleyneth hym by Iherom the prophete sayeng /
¶Recordare paupertatis & tran¦gressionis mee absinthij & fellis / Fayre frende remembre you of the pouertee that I suffred for you / And remembre of the grete disp¦tes that was done to me· whā they gaaf me to drynke so euyll a dryn¦ke for your loue / wherof sayth sa∣ynt bernarde / ¶Sitiui salutē ves¦tram / I haue thurst sayd our lor∣de / and not oonly for drynke / but oonly for your sauacyon / O good lorde mercy / who had euer in hym soo ferme loue as he / whan he was in soo paynfull caas / that he felte the feuers of his harde deth pricke soo sore his pyteuous soule / Yet sa¦yd he not alas / the harde crosse des∣troyeth my seke body. But he sayd I haue grete thurste that my loue may be deliuerde from helle / He say¦de not how thyse thornes rase myn wooful hede / Nor alas how my hō¦des & fete ben broken & perced wyth grete nayles. Nor alas that I shol¦de suffre soo many grete paynes wythout deserte / But he sayd I ha¦ue desire that my loue were sauyd▪ as saynt bernarde sayth. ¶Tantū me dilexisti o bone Ih̄u quod inmemor fuisti doloris / & nō inmemor mee salutis. dixisti scicō non dixisti doleo / Soo moche thou hast louyd me o good Ih̄u. that yu hast not remembryd thy sorowe / & yet thou haddest ye remembraunce of my saluacōn / whā thou saydest I thurst after your saluacyon / and sayd not I haue grete sorowe for my paynes / But all otherwyse to¦ke it the felon Iewes / and therfore they dyde him suche a noye / that thei most bytter eysell and galle gaaf hym to drynke /
¶The fifth defaute that was ful grete / was whan euery frende fay¦led