And Jonathan cried after the lad, Make speed, haste, stay not. And Jonathan's lad gathered up the arrows, and came to his master.
And Jonathas criede eft bihynde þe bak of þe child, and seide, Haste thou swiftli, stonde thou not. Þerfor þe child gaderide þe arowis of Jonathas, and brouyte to his lord,