And before I had done speaking in my heart, behold, Rebekah came forth with her pitcher on her shoulder. And she went down unto the fountain, and drew. And I said unto her, Let me drink, I pray thee.
While Y turnede in thouyte þese thingis with me, Rebecca apperide, comynge with a pot which sche bare in þe schuldre; and sche yede doun to þe welle, and drowe watir. And Y seide to hir, Yyue thou a litil to me to drynke; and sche hastide,