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 But all my frendys, that arn me dere, Late us go, the tyme drawyth ny; We may no lengere abydyn here, ffor I must walke to Betany.

The tyme is come, the day drawyth nere, Onto my deth I must in hast; Now, Petyr, make halle thi felawys chere, My flesche for fere is qwakyng fast.

Here Jhesus goth to Betany-ward, and his dyscipulys folwyng with sad contenawns, Jhesus seyng,

[**F2: A more modern edition of these plays, http://www.umm.maine.edu/faculty/necastro/drama/ntown/27_last_supper.html, ends just before this stage direction. So this is the end, and we're not missing a page.]