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for no body acts in private, that designs to distinguish himself: since you do such things, shew yourself to the world.

Lord, said she, no man. and Jesus said to her, neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.

Martha, as soon as she heard that Jesus was coming, went to meet him: but Mary stay'd at home.

When she had said this, she went privately to call Mary her sister, saying, the master is come, and calls for you.

no sooner she heard that, but she arose with all speed, and came to him.

the Jews then who were with Mary in the house to comfort her, when they saw that she rose in such haste, and went out, followed her, saying, she is going to the grave to weep there.

Mary being come to the place where Jesus was, as soon as she saw him, she fell down at his feet, saying, Lord, if you had been here, my brother had not been dead.

then said Jesus, let her alone: against the day of my burial hath she kept this.

Philip said to him, Lord shew us the father, and we are satisfied.

a woman when she is in travail, is afflicted at the approach of her pains: but as soon as she is delivered of the child, the remembrance of her anguish, is lost in her joy, that a man is born into the world.

upon this she went in great haste to Simon Peter, and to the other disciple whom Jesus loved, and said to them, they have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, and we know not where they have laid him.

but Mary stood at the entrance of the cave weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down to look into the sepulchre,

and they said to her, woman, why do you weep? "because, said she, they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him."

having thus said, she turned about, and saw Jesus standing, but knew not that it was Jesus.

Jesus said to her, woman, why do you weep? who do you look for? she supposing him to be the gardener, said to him, sir, if it be you that have convey'd him away; tell me where you have laid him, and I will take care to have him remov'd.

Jesus said to her, Mary! she bowing her self, cry'd rabboni!