Matthew(i)
4 Myne herte panted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in in my mynde.
5 Yea sone make ready the table (sayde this voyce) kepe the watch, eate & dryncke. Vp ye Captaynes, take you to youre shild,
6 for thus the Lorde hath charged me: go thy waye, and set a watche man, that he may tel what he seith.
7 And when he had wayted dylygentlye, he sawe two horsemen: the one rydynge vpon an Asse, the other vpon a Camel.
8 And the lyon cryed: Lorde, I haue stande waytynge all the whole daye, and haue kepte my watch all the night.
9 Wyth that came there one rydinge vpon a charet, whyche answered, and sayde: Babilon is fallen, she is turned vp syde doune and al the ymages of her Godes are smytten to the grounde.