And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am in anguish in this flame.
And he criede, and seide, Fadir Abraham, haue merci on me, and sende Lazarus, þat he dippe þe ende of his fyngur in watir, to kele my tunge; for Y am turmentid in this flawme.