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39 And one went out into the felde, to gather herbes, & founde a wilde vyne, and gathered therof wylde Coloquyntydas his lappe full, & came, & shred them into the potte of potage: for they knewe it not.
40 So they powred out for the men to eate. And it fortuned, that when they tasted of the pottage, they cryed out, and sayde: O thou man of God there is deeth in the pot: and they coulde not eate therof.
41 But he sayde: brynge meale. And he cast it into the pot, & sayde: fyll for the people, that they maye eate, and there was no more harme in the pot.