Bishops(i)
19 Ther was a certaine riche man, whiche was clothed in purple & fine whyte, and fared very deliciously euery day
20 And there was a certayne begger, named Lazarus, which was layde at his gate full of sores
21 And desiring to be refresshed with the crumbes which fell from ye riche mans boorde [And no man gaue vnto hym]: but the dogges came and licked his sores
22 And it came to passe, that the begger dyed, and was caryed by the Angels into Abrahams bosome. The riche man also dyed, and was buryed
23 And beyng in hell in tormentes, he lyft vp his eyes, and sawe Abraham a farre of, and Lazarus in his bosome
24 And he cryed and sayde: father Abraham, haue mercie on me, and sende Lazarus that he may dippe the tippe of his fynger in water, and coole my tongue: for I am tormented in this flambe
25 But Abraham sayde: Sonne, remember that thou in thy lyfe tyme, receauedst thy pleasure, and lykewyse Lazarus paynes: But nowe is he comforted, and thou art tormented
26 Beyonde all this, betweene vs & you there is a great gulfe set, so that they which woulde go from hence to you, can not, neither may come from thence to vs
27 Then he sayde: I pray thee therfore father, sende hym to my fathers house
28 For I haue fyue brethren, that he may witnesse vnto them, lest they also come into this place of torment