24 Anothir parable Jhesus puttide forth to hem, and seide, The kyngdom of heuenes is maad lijk to a man, that sewe good seed in his feld.
25 And whanne men slepten, his enemy cam, and sewe aboue taris in the myddil of whete, and wente awei.
26 But whanne the erbe was growed, and made fruyt, thanne the taris apperiden.
27 And the seruauntis of the hosebonde man camen, and seiden to hym, Lord, whether hast thou not sowun good seed in thi feeld? where of thanne hath it taris?
28 And he seide to hem, An enemy hath do this thing. And the seruauntis seiden to him, Wolt thou that we goon, and gaderen hem?
29 And he seide, Nay, lest perauenture ye in gaderynge taris drawen vp with hem the whete bi the roote.
30 Suffre ye hem bothe to wexe in to repyng tyme; and in the tyme of ripe corne Y shal seie to the reperis, First gadere ye to gidere the taris, and bynde hem to gidere in knytchis to be brent, but gadere ye whete in to my berne.