After these thinges the Lorde apoynted other seventie also and sent them two and two before him into every citie and place whither he him silfe wolde come.
And he sayde vnto them the harvest is greate: but the laborers are feawe. Praye therfore the Lorde of ye harvest to send forth laborers into his hervest.
Goo youre wayes: beholde I sende you forthe as lambes amonge wolves.
Beare noo wallet nether scryppe nor shues and salute noo man by the waye.
Into whatsoever housse ye enter fyrst saye: Peace be to this housse.
And yf ye sonne of peace be theare youre peace shall rest vpon him: yf not yt shall returne to you agayne.