Matthew(i)
19 There was a certayne ryche man, whiche was clothed in purple and fyne bysse, & fared delyciously euery daye,
20 And there was a certayne begger named Lazarus, whiche laye at hys gate full of sores,
21 desierynge to be refresshed with the cromes which fell from the riche mans bourde. Neuerthelesse the dogges came and lycked hys sores.
22 And it fortuned that the begger dyed, and was caryed by the Angels into Abrahams bosome. The ryche man also dyed and was buryed.
23 And beynge in hell in tormentes, he lyfte vp hys eyes, and sawe Abraham a farre of, & Lazarus in his bosome,
24 and he cryed & sayed: father Abraham haue mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he maye dyppe the typpe of his fynger in water, and cole my tonge, for I am tormented in this flamme.
25 But Abraham sayd vnto hym. Sonne, remembre that thou in thy lyfe tyme, receyuedest thy pleasure, and contrarywyse Lazarus payne. Nowe therfore is he conforted, and thou arte punyshed.
26 Beyonde all thys, betwene you and vs there is a great space set, so that they whiche would go from hence to you can not, neyther maye come from thence to vs.
27 Then he sayed: I praye the therfore father, sende hym to my fathers house.
28 For I haue fyue brethren, for to warne them lest they also come into thys place of tormente.