Wycliffe(i)
24 And whanne he hadde take siche a precept, he putte hem into the ynnere prisoun, and streynede the feet of hem in a tre.
25 And at mydniyt Poul and Silas worschipide, and heriden God; and thei that weren in kepyng herden hem.
26 And sudenli a greet erthe mouyng was maad, so that the foundementis of the prisoun weren moued. And anoon alle the doris weren openyd, and the boondis of alle weren lousid.
27 And the kepere of the prisoun was awakid, and siy the yatis `of the prisoun openyd, and with a swerd drawun out he wolde haue slawe hym silf, and gesside that the men that weren boundun, hadden fled.
28 But Poul criede with a greet vois, and seide, Do thou noon harm to thi silf, for alle we ben here.