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Then he came to him selfe and sayde: how many hyred servauntes at my fathers have breed ynough and I dye for honger.
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I will aryse and goo to my father and will saye vnto him: father I have synned agaynst heven and before ye
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and am no moare worthy to be called thy sonne make me as one of thy hyred servauntes.
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And he arose and went to his father. And when he was yet a greate waye of his father sawe him and had compassion and ran and fell on his necke and kyssed him.
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And the sonne sayd vnto him: father I have synned agaynst heven and in thy sight and am no moare worthy to be called thy sonne.
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But his father sayde to his servautes: bringe forth that best garment and put it on him and put a rynge on his honde and showes on his fete.
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And bringe hidder that fatted caulfe and kyll him and let vs eate and be mery:
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for this my sonne was deed and is alyve agayne he was loste and is now founde. And they began to be merye.