Matthew(i)
15 And it came to passe yer he had left speakynge, that Rebecca cam out, the daughter of Bethuell, sonne to Milca the wyfe of Nahor Abrahams brother, and her pytcher vpon her shoulder:
16 The damsel was very fayre to loke vpon, and yet a mayd and vnknowen of man. And she went doune to the well and fylled her pytcher and came vp agayne.
17 Then the seruaunte ranne vnto her and sayde: let me suppe a lytle water of thy pytcher.
18 And she sayd: dryncke my Lorde. And she hasted and late doune her pytcher vpon her arme & gaue him drincke.
19 And when she had geuen him drincke, she sayde: I wyll drawe water for thy camels also, vntyll they haue dronck ynough.
20 And she poured out her pitcher in to the tough hastely, & runne agayn vnto the well, to fet water: and drewe for all hys camels.
21 And the felowe wondred at her. But helde hys peace, to wete whether the Lorde had made hys iourney prosperous or not.
22 And as the camels had left drincking, he toke a golden earing of half a sicle weyght, & two bracelettes for her handes, of .x. sycles weyght of gold,
23 and sayde vnto her: Whose doughter art thou? tell me: is there rowme in thy fathers house for vs to lodge in?
24 And she sayd vnto him: I am the doughter of Bathuel the sonne of Milcha whyche she bare vnto Nahor: