Then he sent still a third, but this one they wounded and threw outside.
He proceeded to send another servant, and they flogged him too, insulted him and sent him off with nothing.
Said the owner of the vineyard, 'What shall I do? I will send my beloved son; perhaps they will respect him.'
Then he asked another, 'And how much do you owe?' 'A hundred quarters of wheat,' he said. 'Here is your bill,' said the factor, 'just enter eighty.'