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24 and he cryed and sayde: father Abraham: haue mercy on me, and sende Lazarus, that he maye dyppe the typpe of hys fynger in water, and cole my tonge: for I am tormented in this flame.
25 But Abraham sayde: Sonne remember that thou in thy lyfe tyme, receauedst thy pleasure, & contrary wyse, Lazarus receaued payne. But now is he conforted, and thou art punisshed.
26 Beyonde all this, betwene vs and you ther is a greate space set, so that they which wolde go from hence to you, cannot: nether maye come from thence to vs.