And Abigail came to Nabal; and, behold, he held a feast in his house, like the feast of a king; and Nabal's heart was merry within him, for he was very drunken: wherefore she told him nothing, less or more, until the morning light.
Forsoþe Abigail cam to Nabal; and, lo! a feeste was to him in his hows, as þe feeste of a kyng; and þe herte of Nabal was iocounde, for he was drunkun greetli; and sche schewide not to hym a word litil eþer greet til þe morewe.