Wycliffe(i)
28 And he was wrooth, and wolde not come in. Therfor his fadir wente out, and bigan to preye hym.
29 And he answerde to his fadir, and seide, Lo! so many yeeris Y serue thee, and Y neuer brak thi comaundement; and thou neuer yaf to me a kidde, that Y with my freendis schulde haue ete.
30 But aftir that this thi sone, that hath deuourid his substaunce with horis, cam, thou hast slayn to hym a fat calf.
31 And he seide to hym, Sone, thou art euer more with me, and alle my thingis ben thine.
32 But it bihofte for to make feeste, and to haue ioye; for this thi brother was deed, and lyuede ayen; he perischide, and is foundun.