35Wherfore love ye youre enemys do good and lende lokynge for nothinge agayne and youre rewarde shalbe greate and ye shalbe the chyldren of the hyest: for he is kynde vnto the vnkynde and to the evyll.
36Be ye therfore mercifull as youre father is mercifull.
37Iudge not and ye shall not be Iudged. Condemne not: and ye shall not be condemned. Forgeve and ye shalbe forgeven.
38Geve and that shalbe geven vnto you: good measure pressed doune shaken to geder and runnynge over shall men geve into youre bosomes. For with what measure ye mete with ye same shall men mete to you agayne.
39And he put forthe a similitude vnto the: Can the blynde leade the blynde? Do they not both then fall into the dyche?
40The disciple is not above his master. Every man shalbe perfecte even as his master is.
41Why seyst thou a moote in thy brothers eye and considerest not the beame that is in thyne awne eye?
42Ether how cannest thou saye to thy brother: Brother let me pull out the moote that is in thyne eye: when thou perceavest not the beame that is in thyne awne eye? Ypocrite cast out the beame out of thyne awne eye fyrst and then shalt thou se perfectly to pull out the moote out of thy brothers eye.
43It is not a good tree that bringeth forthe evyll frute: nether is that an evyll tree that bringeth forthe good frute.
44For every tree is knowen by his frute. Nether of thornes gader men fygges nor of busshes gader they grapes.
45A good man out of the good treasure of his hert bringeth forthe that which is good. And an evyll man out of the evyll treasure of his hert bringeth forthe that which ys evyll. For of the aboundaunce of the her his mouthe speakethe.
46Why call ye me Master, Master: and do not as I bid you?
47whosoever cometh to me and heareth my sayinges and dothe the same I will shewe you to whome he ys lyke.
48He is like a man which bilt an housse: and digged depe and layde the foundacion on a rocke. When the waters arose the fludde bet apon that housse and coulde not move that. For it was grounded apon a rocke.
49But he that heareth and doth not is lyke a man that with out foundacion bylt an housse apon the erth agaynst which the fludde did bet: and it fell by and by. And the fall of that housse was greate.