A certain creditor had two debtors, the one owed five hundred denarys, and the other fifty.

but some of the corn fell into good soil, and grew up, yielding a hundred grains for one. then raising his voice he concluded with these words, he that hath ears to hear, let him hear.

who of you that has an hundred sheep, will not, upon losing one, leave the ninety nine in the desart, to go after that which is lost, till he finds it?

a hundred measures of oil, said he. take your bill, said the steward, sit down there, and write out one immediately for fifty.

then he said to another, how much do you owe? a hundred measures of wheat, said he. take your bill, says the steward, and write out one for fourscore.

they made him blind-fold, they slapt him on the face, and cry'd out, divine who it was that smote thee.