_Modo de die Pentecost. Apostoli dicant genuflect. Spiritus Sanctus
decendat super eos, etc._
Petrus, Andreas, Jacobus major.
Honowre, wurchipp, and reverens.
Johannes, Philippus, Jacobus minor.
Glorye, grace, and goodnes.
Thomas, Bartholomeus, Symon.
Dygnité, vertu, and excellence.
Matheus, Judas, Matheas.
Bewté, blyssynge, and bryghtnes.
_Petrus._ Be to that lord heye wurthynes!
_Andreas._ Whiche hath performyd that he us hyght.
_Jacobus major._ And us enbawmyd with suche swetnes.
_Johannes._ Whiche to dyscrye ffer passyth oure myght.
_Philippus._ This we alle wel kenne.
_Jacobus minor._ Now gracious Lord Jhesu,
_Thomas._ Conferme us in thi vertu!
_Bartholomeus._ And graunt us grace evyr it to sew!
_Symon._ Sey we alle togedyr, Amen! Amen!
_Et omnes osculant terram._
_Primus Judæus._ Now ffelawys, take hede, ffor be my trewthe,
ȝondyr syttyth a dronkyn ffelacheppe.
_Secundus Judæus._ To don hem good it were grett ruthe.
_Tertius Judæus._ ȝa, I prey God ȝeve hem alle shenscheppe.
_Primus Judæus._ Muste in here brayn so sclyly dothe creppe,
That thei cheteryn and chateryn as they jays were.
_Secundus Judæus._ ȝa, were they ony wel browth asclepe,
It wore almes to the revere hem to bere,
There hem to baptyze.
_Primus Judæus._ That were, as thynkyth me,
A jentyl sporte to se,
A bettyr game to be
Cowde no man devyse.
_Petrus._ Serys, alas! what do ȝe mene?
Why scorne ȝe now thus Goddys grace?
It is nothynge as ȝe do wene,
Ther is no drunke man in this place;
Wherefore ryght grett is ȝowre trespace:
But, syres, lyst what it doth sygnifye;
ffulfyllyd is now to mannys solace,
Of Johel the pregnaunt prophecye,
In whiche that he,
That ȝe han seyn,
In wourdys pleyn,
Declareth serteyn:
Now blyssyd God be! Amen.