Effigiem Desiderij tibj Sculptor Erasmi Exprimit; Ingenium, Scripta diserta suum

A dialoge or communication of two persons, deuysyd and setforthe in the la­tē tonge, by the noble and famose clarke. Desiderius Erasmus intituled y e pyl­gremage of pure de­uoty­on. Newly trāslatyd into Englishe.

To the reder.

AMongest the writinges of all men, dearly belouyd reder, not onely of the diuersyte of ton­gues, but also the noble drawghtꝭ of so artificyall paynted figures, whiche haue so lyuely expressed to y e quycke ymage, the nature, ordre, & proporcyon of all states, as concer­nynge the gouernaunce of a Chri­sten comēwealthe, that ther is (as I suppose) no parte of the scripture, which is not so e [...]powndyde, furnysshed, and setforthe, but that euery Christen man, therby [...]ay lerne his dewty to god, hys prynce, and hys nebure, and so consequently passe thourough the strayte pathe of the whiche scripture doth testyfye vpō, very fewe can fynde y e entrye, wher­by thorough faythe in the redēpty­on of the worlde thorowe y e bloode of Christe the sone of god, to rayne [Page] with the father and the holy go [...]e eternally, accordynge to the pro­myse of Christe, sayinge. In my fa­thers hawse therbe many placys to dwell in, we wyll come to hym and make a mansyon place with hym and I haue and shall open thy name vnto them, that the same lo­ue with the whiche thou louydest me, may be in theym, and I in thē, and thys is the kyngdome of god so often mouyd to vs in holy scrip­ture, whiche all faythfull shall pos­sesse and inheret for euermore: whe­re as y e vnfaythfull, vnryghtswye, and synner shall not entre in to the kyngdome of god, bycause, of chaū ­gynge the glory of gode immortall in to the ymage of a corruptyble man, and therfore so lycentiously he hathe suffrede them to wandre in theyr clowdes of ygnoraunce, preferrynge the lyes and corrupte [Page] iudgmentes of man the veryte and the truthe of god, rather seruynge the creature then the creator, a­mongest all the parties of the whi­che (as was spoken at the begyn­nyng) thys alwaye not alonely in the newe law, but also in the olde Testament was as a thynge moost abhomynable and displesant in the sight of gode prohybyte and for­byden: but our nature whiche hath in hym, the dampnable repugnaū ­ce of synne agaynst the omnypotēt power of gode, left euyn frome owre fyrst father Adam, is so enclyned to vyces, amongest the whiche it hath not gyuen the least parte to thys desperate synne of ydolatrye, a­gaynst the immaculate, and feare­full commandement of god. Thou shalt haue no straunge Godꝭ in my syght, that it is sore to be dreadde the same iudgement to be gyuyn [Page] vpon vs that was gyuen vpon the cytye of Ninyue to be absorped of the yerthe in to the yre and venge [...] a [...]ce of gode, whiche hathe ben the cau [...]e that so many wryters b [...]he of late dayes, and many ye­res passede, haue euyn to deathe, resisted thes dampnable bolsterers of ydolatrye, gyuen theyr selues to the crosse in example of reformacy­on to theyr bretherne, bothe in wrytinge and cownsell, exhortynge the flocke of Christe frome soche prophane doctryne, amongest who­me the noble and famouse clerke Desiderius Erasmus hath setforthe to the quycke ymage, before mennys eyes, the supersticyouse worshype and false honor gyuyn to bones, heddes, iawes, armes, stockes, sto­nes, shyrtes, smokes, cotes, cappes, hattes, shoes, mytres, slyppers, sad­les, ry [...]ges, bedes, gyrdles, bolles, [Page] belles, [...]okes, gioues, ropes, rape­res, candelles, bootes, sporres (my breath was almost past me) with many other soche dampnable allu­syones of the deuylle to use theme as goddes contrary to the imma­culate scripture of gode, morouer he notethe as it were of arrogan­cye the pryuate iudgmegt of cer­tayne that of theyr owne brayne wolde cast out ymages of the tem­ple, with out a comen consent and authoryte, some there be that al­way seke halowes, and go vpon pylgramages vnder a pretense of holynes, whervpon thes brother­hoddes and systerhoodes be now in­uented, morouer they that haue ben at Hierusalem be called knigh­tes of the sepulcre, and call one an other bretherne, and vpon palme­sondaye they play the foles sadely, drawynge after them an asse in a [Page] rope, when they be not moche di­stante frome the woden asse that they drawe. The same do they con­terfayte that haue ben at saynt Iames in Compostella. But they be more pernycyouse, that setforthe vncertayn relyques, for certayne, and attrybute more to them than they oughte to haue, and prostytu­te or sett theym forthe for fylthye lukre. But now whan they percey­ue, that this theyr dāpnable A tresure bo­xe of y e Iewes Cor­bane dothe decay, and that theyr most to be lamented blyndnes and longe accustomed errours shuld be redressed, they, all fayre bothe of god and man set asyde, rebelle and make insurrectyones contrary to the ordynaunce of gode, agaynst theyr kynge and liege lorde, prouo­kynge and allurynge the symple comynaltye to theyre dampnable ypocrysye and conspyracy, myn­dyng [Page] and goynge about to preuen­te our most soueraigne lordes iudg­ment, not yet gyuē vpon theyr So­domiticall actes, and most horryble ypocrysy. But the worde of the lor­de whiche they so tyrannously go aboute to suppresse w t all the faue­rours therof shall ouercome & de­stroy all soch most to be abhorred & deceyuable inuegelers & dysturbers of y e symple people to soch detesta­ble treason. And that it may so do to the terryble example of thes and all other rebelles and most dysloyal subiectes, and to y e greate comfor­the & cōsolacyō ofh is gracys fayth­full and true comens. I requyre him which brethethe where he wil­lithe and raygnethe eternall gode to graūt vnto our seyde most drad­de soueraygne lorde whose maiesty as it euydently appereth onely ap­plieth his diligence to the aduaun­synge [Page] & settynge forthe of the most holsome documenth and teachyng of almyghty god, to the redres of long accustome euylls and damna­ble sectes, to the supportacion and mayntenaunce of godly and alow­able ceremonyes, to the suppres­synge and most to be desired abo­lishyng of the deuelishe and detesta­ble vsurped aucthoryties, dampna­ble errours and prophane abuses brought in by that myghty Golyas, that obdurated Phareo, that prou­de Nembroth (whome god amēde) the byshope of Rome, to graunte (I say) vnto hys hyghnes, suche hys godly ayde and assistence, that hys grace with hys moost honorable counsell (agaynst whome this ar­rogant conspyracy is nowe moued and begonne) may ouercome and debelle the stud traytres as in ty­mes paste hys maie [...]ye hath pru­den [...]y [Page] do other, that haue herto­fore attempted to perpetrate and brynge to passe like sedicyous mi­shief, and so to establishe the hartes of hys gracys true subiectes that they may wyllyngly and according to theyr dueties, obey and fulfyll hys most lawfull and godly orde­ned lawes and commaundementꝭ wherby they shall not onely do the thyng agreable to goddes wylle & teachynges, in y t he willeth euery soule to be subiected to the hygh­er power and obedyent to theyr prynce, but also (to theyr greate laude and prayse (shall shewe them selfe to be redy and confirmable to do theyr dueties in aydyng hys ex­cellent hyghnes to the reformacy­on of all pernicious abuses & chief­ly of detestable ydolatrye, whiche is so muche prohibited in holy scri­pture and most displeasant to god, [Page] for whiche intent and purpose the sayd most noble and famous clarke Dsiderius Erasmus, compiled & made this dialoge in Laten, as it folo­weth her after nowe lately transla­ted into our mother the Englishhe tonge. Auoyd therfore, most deare readere, all abuses wherby any in­conuenyence may growe, other to the hynderaunce of godes worde, to the displeasure of thy prynce, (whome thou arte so straytly com­maunded to obaye, or to the doma­ge of a publike weale, whiche abo­ue all vices is noted most to be ab­horred, not alonely of the most holy wryteres and expownderes of scri­pture, but also of prophane gentyl­les, whiche neuer perceyuyd other thinge than nature enclyned theyr hartes vnto, and so consequently to obtayne the fruytion of the god­hode thorowe the faythe that was [Page] spoken of at the begynnynge to the whiche the lorde Iesus Chri­ste brynge vs all with a perfaycte quyetnes, So be it.

¶A pylgremage, for pure deuocyō.

MEnedemus.

Signi­fieth to forsake. What new thynge ys it, that I se? doo I nat see Ogygyus my neybur, whom no mā could espie of all thes sex monthes before? yt was a sayng that he was deed, It is euen he, except that I be ferre deceyuyd. I wyll go to hym, & byd hym good morow. Good morow was faynyd of an old kynge of Thebanes. Ogygyus. Good morow to you Menedemus.

Mene.

I pray you frome what con­tray do you come to vs ayen so saffe. For here was a great comunicacyō that you dyd sayle streght to hell.

Ogy.

No, thankyd be god, I haue faryd as well syns I went hens, as euer I dyd in all my lyffe.

Me.

Well, a man may well perceyue that all suche rumours be but vanytye. But I pray you what araye is this that you be in, me thynke that you be clothyd with cokle schelles, and be [Page] ladē on euery [...]yde with bruches of lead and tynne. And you be pretely garnyshyd w t wrethes of strawe & your arme is full of Sig­nifyeth bedes. Walsyngam ys callyd para thalas­s [...] by cause it is ny to y e see. snakes egges.

Ogy.

I haue bene on pylgremage at saynt Iames in Compostella, & at my retourne I dyd more relygy­ously vysyte our lady of Walsyngā in England, a very holy pylgrema­ge, but I dyd rather vysyte her. For I was ther before within this thre yere.

Me.

I trowe, it was but for your pleasure.

Ogy.

Nay, it was for pure deuocyon.

Me.

I suppose you learnyd that relygyō of the Grecy­anes.

Ogy.

My mother in law dyd make a vowe that if her dougther shuld be delyueryd of a man chyld alyue, than that I shuld go to saynt Iames on pylgremage, and ther to salute and thāke hym.

Me.

Dyd you salute saynt Iames alonly in your name, and your mothers.

Ogy.

No, in the name of all owre house.

Me.

[Page]Uerely I thynke y t your howshold as well shold haue prosperd, in case you had not salutyd hym at all. But I pray you what answer dyd he make to your salutacyon.

Ogy.

No­thynge at all. But whā I dyd offre, me tought he dyd lawghe vpon me, and becke at me with his hedde, & dyd reche to me this cokleshell.

Me.

Wherfore dothe he gyue rather su­che schelles, than other thynges.

Ogygy.

For the see, whiche is nye vnto hym dothe mynystre plenty of suche.

Me.

O holy saynt Iames, that bothe is a mydwyffe to women with chyld, and also dothe helpe his pylgrymes. But I pray you what new kynd of makyng vowes is that that whan a mā is ydle he shall put the burden apon an other mannes bakke? In case that you doo bynd youre selffe with a vowe, that yf y e matter chaunche happyly whiche you haue in hande, that I for you [Page] [...] [Page] [...] [Page] shall fast twyse in on weke, do you beleue y t I can fulfyll youre vow?

Ogy.

No, I doo not beleue it if that you dyd vowe it in youre awne na­me. It is but a sport with yow to mokke sayntes. But this was my mother in law, I must nedys obey her, you know womenes affecty­ones, & I must obaye heres.

Me.

If that you had not perfourmyd your vowe, what [...]opertye had you be in?

Ogy.

I graunt, he could not haue had an accyon ayenst me in y e law, but he myght fromhensforthe be deafe to my vowes, orels pryuyly send some calamytye or wretched­nes amongste my housholde, yow know well enuffe the maneres of great men.

Me.

Tell me now what that same honest mā saynt Iames dothe, and howe he farythe.

Ogy.

Moche colder thā he was wontyd to do.

Me.

What is the cause of it? His age?

Ogy.

Oh you scoffer, yow [Page] know wel enoghe that sayntes wax nat olde. But this new learnynge, whiche runnythe all the world o­uer now a dayes, dothe cause hym to be vysytyd moche lesse than he was wontyd to be, for if any doo co­me thay salute him alonly, but they offre lytle or nothynge, and say that theyr monaye may bettre be di­sposyd amongste pore people.

Me.

O a wykyd comunicacyon.

Ogy.

Ye & so great an Apostle whiche was wō tyd to stand all in precyous stones & gold, now stādythe all of wodde ha­uynge before hym skaresly a wax candle.

Me.

If it be trew that I he­re, it is great ioperdy lest that same chance to all the rest of the sayntes.

Ogy.

I thynk it wel, for ther is an epistle abrode whiche our lady dyd wryte apon the same matter.

Me.

What lady?

Ogy.

Our ladi of stone in Raura­chia whiche is a certayne cuntre. She y t hathe her name of a stone.

Me.

I trawe it is in Raurachia.

Ogy.

That same [Page] is it.

Me.

yow tell me of a stony lady, But to whome dyd she wryte?

Ogy.

The epistle dothe playnely shew his name.

Me.

By whome was it sent?

Ogy.

No dowbt but by an angell, whiche dyd lay the wrytynges apō the aultre, wherof he prechythe to whome it was sent. And lest there shuld be any suspectyō of crafty cō ­uayence in you, you shall se the epi­stle wryten w t his owne hande.

Me.

Do you know so well the hand of thangell whiche is secretary to our lady?

Ogy.

Yee why nat?

Me.

By what argumēt?

Ogy.

I haue redde y t Is a scriptu­re wry­ten on a gra­ue. Epithaphe of Bede which was grauyd of the angell: and the let­teres agre in all thynges. I haue reddē also y e obligacyō whiche was sent to saynt Gyles as dothe aper. Dothe not thes argumentes proue that mater to be good enoghe.

Me.

May a man loke apon them?

Ogy.

ye and if you wyll swere to kepe it [Page] preuy.

Me.

Oh you shall speake to a stone.

Ogy.

Ther be stones now a dayes of that name very [...]lawnde­rous, that wyll hyde nothynge.

Me.

you shall speake to a domme man, & yow trust nat a stone.

Ogy.

Apon y t condycyon I wyll tell it, loke that you here with bothe youre eyares.

Me.

So I doo. The e­pistle of our Lady.

Ogy.

Mary the mo­ther of Iesu to Glaucoplutꝰ desirus of ry­ches. Glaucoplutus sē ­dythe gretynge. Insomoche as you folowe Luther, you nobly perswa­de, that it is but in vayne to call apō sayntes, do ye well know for that to be grettly in my fauore. For vntyll thys day I haue almost be slayne w t the importunate prayers of men. Of me alone they askyd althynges, as who shuld say my sone were al­way a babe, because he is so faynyd and payntyd apō my breste, that yet he wold be at my commaundemēt and durst nat denye my petycyon, dredynge that if he denye my pety­cyon, [Page] that I shuld denye hym myte ate whan he is a thurst: and very­oft thay requyre that of me, whiche a shamfast yongman dare scantly aske of a Bawde, yee they be suche thynges as I am ashamyd to put in wrytynge. Now comythe y e mar­chauntman and he redy to sayle in­to Spayne for a vantage, dothe cōmytte hys wyues honesty to me. Than commythe thet lytle preaty Nunne and she castythe away her vayle redy to runne away, she leuy­the with me the good name of her vyrgynytye, whiche shortly she en­tendythe to take monay for. Than cryeth the wykyd soudyer purposyd to robbe & saythe, blessyd lady send me a good praye. Now cōmythe the vnthryfty dyasser and cryethe, send me good chance Lady & thow shalt haue parte of my wynnynges: and if the dyasse runne ayenst hym, he blasphemes, and cursythe me, by­cause [Page] I wyll nat fauor his noghty­nes. Now cryeth she that sellythe her selffe for fylthye lukre & saythe, swete lady send me some costomers, & if I denye it, they exclame ayenst me & say, thou arte not the mother of marcy. Moreouer the vowes of some women be no lesse wykyd thā folishe. The mayd cryeth & saythe, O swet Mary send me a fayre and riche husbond. The maryed womā saythe send me goodly chylderen. Now laborythe the woman with chyld, and cryeth dere lady dylyuer me of my bondes. Than cōmythe y e olde wyffe, and saythe flowre of all women send me to lyue longe with­owt coghe and drynes. Now cre­pythe the dotynge oldman & saythe, lady send me for to wax yonge ayē. Thā cōmythe forth the phylosopher and cryethe send me some argumē ­tis that be īsoluble. The great prest cryethe send me a fat benefyce. Thā [Page] saythe the bysshope kepe well my churche. Thā cryethe y e hye Iustyce shew me thy sone or I passe out of this worlde. Thā saythe y e Cowr­tyer send me trwe confession at the howre of my deathe. The husbond­man saythe send vs temperate we­ther. The mylke wyffe cryethe owt blessyd lady saue our catell. Now if I denye anythynge by & by I am crwell. If I cōmytte it to me sone, I here them say, he wyll what so e­uer you wyll. Shall I than alone bothe a woman and a mayd helpe maryneres, sawd yeres, marchant­men, dyasseres, maryedmē, women with chyld, iudges, kynges, and hus­bondmen? ye and this that I haue sayd is the least parte of my payne. But I am nat now so moche trob­led with soche busynes, for that I wold hartely thanke you, but that this commodytye dothe brynge a greater discōmodytye with hym. I [Page] haue now more ease, but lesse honor & profett. Before this tyme I was callyd quene of heuen, lady of the world, but now any man wyll skar­sly say a [...]e Maria or hayle Mary. Before I was clothyd with precy­ous stones and gold, and had my chaunges, and dayly ther was offe­ryd gold and precyous stones, now I am skarsly coueryd with halffe [...] gowne and that is all beeyten with mysse. My yerly rentes be now so smalle y t I am skarsly able to fynde my pore quere kepar to light a wax cādle before me. Yet all this myght be sufferyd, but you be abowt to pluke away greater thynges, you be abowt (as they say) that what so euer any saynte hathe in any place, to take hyt frome the churches, but take hede what you doo. For ther is no saynte without a way to reuēge his wronge. If you cast saynt Petre forthe of the churche, he may serue [Page] you of the same sauce, and shite vp heuyngates ayenst you. Ye saynt Paule hathe his sworde. Barthyl­mew is nat w towt his great knyffe. Saynt wyllyam is harnysyd vnder his monkes cloke, nat withowt a greate speare. What canst thou doo ayenst saynt George whiche is bo­the a knyght & all armyd with hys longe spere and his fearfull sword? Nor saynt Antony is nat withowt hys weapenes for he hathe holy fy­re w t hym. Ye the rest of the sayntes haue theyr weapones or myschef­ues, whiche they send apon whome they liste. But as for me thou canst not cast owt, except thou cast owt my sone, whiche I hold in myne ar­mes. I wyll nat be seperat frome hym, other thou shalt cast hym owt with me orels thou shalt let vs bo­the be, except that you wold ha­ue a temple withowt a Christe.

These be the thynges that I wold [Page] yow shall know ymagyne you ther­fore what shalbe your answer. For this thinge pleasythe me very well. Frome oure stony churche the ca­lendes of Auguste, the yere frome my sonnes passyon a M.CCCCC. xiiij. I stony lady subscrybyd thys with myne owne hande.

Me.

Trew­ly that was a soro and fearfull epi­stle, I suppose that Glaucoplutus wyll beware frōhēsforthe.

Ogy.

Ye & if he be wyse.

Me.

Wherfore dyd nat that good saynt Iames wryte to y t man of the same mater.

Ogy.

I can nat tell, except it be bycause he is so ferre of, and now a dayes men be moche searchyd for suche maters, & in theyr iornaye theyr lettres takē frome them.

Me.

I pray you, what god dyd send you into Englōd?

Ogy.

I saw the wynd maruelouse pro­sperouse thyderward, and I had al­moste promysyd this to that blessyd lady of Walsyngā that I wold seke [Page] her within .ij. yere,

Me.

What wold yo [...] axe of her.

Ogy.

No newthyngꝭ at all, but suche as be comen, as to kepe saffe and sownd my housholde, to encreasse my goodes, and in thys world to haue alōge and mery liffe, and whā I dye euerlastynge lyffe in another worlde.

Me.

May nat owr lady grante the same at home with vs? She hathe at Antwarpe a mo­che more lordly temple thā at Wal­synganie.

Ogy.

I denye nat but it may be so, but in dyuers places she grantes dyuers thynges, wether it be her pleasur so to do, or bycause she is so gentle, that as cōcernynge this purpose, she wyll gyue her selfe to our affectyōes.

Me.

I haue harde oft of saynt Iames, but I pray you describe to me the kyngdome of Walsyngam.

Ogy.

Uerely I shall tell you as shortly as I canne. Yt is the most holy name in all En­gland, and you may fynde some in [Page] that y [...]e, that suppose thayr substāce shal nat prospayre except they vysy­te her with thayr offerynge euery yere ones as thay be able to gyue.

Me.

Wher dothe she dwell?

Ogy.

At the vttermost parte of all England betwyxt the Northe and the Weste, nat vary ferre frome the see, skarsly iij myles, the towne is almost su­steynyd by the resort of pylgrymes. The college is of Canōes, but thay be suche as hathe thayr name of the Laten tonge and be called Se­culares, a kynd betwyxte monkes & Chanones.

Me.

What you tell me of Amphybyanes be thynges dout­full.Amphybyanes, suche as y e mōstre Fyber is abe­ste of y e see & y e land.Fyber is.

Ogy.

No thay be rather suche as the A Cocatrice wil kyll a man with a loke, Cocatrice. But with­owt dissimulation, I shall put you owt of this dowte in thre wordes. To them that thay hate, thay be Chanones, and to them that thay loue thay he Monkes

Menede.

Yet yowe doo nat open thys redle.

Ogy.

[Page] I shall paynte it before youre eyes, if the bysshope of Rome doo shot hys thonderbowlt amōgst all monkes, thay wyll than be chanones, & nat monkes, but and if he wold suffre all monkes to take wyues, thā wyll they be monkes,

Me.

O new parta­keres, I wold to god they wold ta­ke away my wyffe.

Ogy.

But to co­me to our purpose, the college hathe skarsly any other Rēt­tes. emolumētes but of the liberalite of our lady. For the great offeryngꝭ be kepyd stylle, but if ther be any litle some of monaye offerid that goith to the comens of the company, & the mayster whome thay call pryoure.

Me.

Be thay of a vertuous lyffe?

Ogy.

Nat to be dis­praysyd, thay be more vertuous thā ryche of thayr yerely renttes. The temple ys goodly & goregious, but oure Lady dwellythe nat in it, but y t was purchasyd for the honor of her sone. She hathe her owne temple, [Page] that she may be of the ryght hand of her sone.

Me.

Apon the righthād? Whiche way dothe her sonne loke than?

Ogy.

It is well remembryd. Whan he lokythe to te West, his mo­ther is apō his right hand, but whā he turnythe hym to the Este she is apon the lefte hand. But yet she dwelly the nat in that churche, for it is nat yet buyldyd all vpe, and the wynde runnythe thorow euery parte with open wyndowes & dowres, and also nat ferre of is the Occiane seye father of all wyndes.

Me.

what doo yow tell me wher dothe she dwell thā?

Ogy.

In y e same churche whiche I told you was nat all fy­nyshyd, ther is a lytle chapell seelyd ouer with wodde, on ether syde a ly­tle dore wher y e pylgrymes go tho­row, ther is lytle light, but of y e tape­res, with a fragrant smell.

Me.

All these be mete for religyon.

Ogy.

Ye Menedemus if you loke within you [Page] wyll say that it is a seate mete for sayntes, all thynges be so bright w t gold, syluer, and precyous stones.

Me.

You almost moue me to go thy­ther also.

Ogy.

It sh [...]l nat repente you of your iornay.

Me.

Spryngi­the ther no holy oyle?

Ogy.

I trowe you dote, that spryngythe nat but owt of the sepulchres of sayntes, as saynt Andrew, & saynt Katerē, owr lady was nat beried.

Me.

I graūt I sayd amysse, but tell on your tale.

Ogy.

So moche more as thay per­sayue youre deuocyō, so moche lar­ger reliques wyl thay shew to you.

Me.

Ye and peraduēture that thay may haue larger offerynges, as is sayd that, many lytle offerynges makythe a heuy boxe.

Ogygy.

Her chaplenꝭ be alway at hand.

Me.

Be thay of y e Chanones?

Ogy.

No, thay be nat permyttyd to be with her, lest that peraduenture by occasyon of that religyon, thay shuld be pluk­kyd [Page] frome thayr owne religyō, and whylst thay kepe that virgyne, thay regard very lytle thayr awne virgynyte, alonly in that inner chapell whiche is our ladyes preuy chābre, ther standithe a certayne Chanō at the autre.

Me.

For what purpose?

Ogy.

To receyue and kepe, y t whiche is offeryd.

Me.

dothe any man gyue ayenst hys wyll.

Ogy.

No, but ma­ny men hathe suche a gentle sham­fastnes, that thay wyll gyue some thynge to hym that standythe by, other thay wyll offre more largely, whiche that wold nat doo perauē ­ture if that he were absent, y t stan­dithe there.

Me.

You tell me of man­nes affectiones, whiche I my selffe prouyd very ofte.

Ogy.

Ye trewly there be some so gyuē to our blessyd lady, that whan thay apere to put­vpe thayr handes to offre, with a ꝓ­pre cōuayance, thay stayl y t whiche other men hathe gyuen.

Me.

Than [Page] lett no man be there; wyll nat oure Lady shote her thonderbowlte at suche.

Ogy.

Wherfor shuld our lady rather doo so, than God hymselffe, whom thay be nat affrayd to pluke owt hys robes, & breake y e churche walles therfore.

Mene.

I am in a great doubt whether I shuld, ra­ther maruayle apon thayre wykyd boldnes, or Goddys great gētlenes and longe sufferynge.

Ogy.

Apō the Northe parte ther is a certayne gaate, but lest that you should make a lye, it is nat of the churche, but of the pale that compassithe a bowte the churche yarde, and that hathe a lytle wykyt, suche as be in great mennes gaates, that who so euer wyll entre, must fyrst putin hys leg­ge, nat withowt some ioperdie, and than bowe downe hys hedde.

Me.

It is ioperdie to goo thorow suche a dore, to a mannes enemye.

Ogy.

So it is, the sexten dyd tell me that [Page] ther was ones a knyght whiche fleeynge hys enemye, than apro­chynge, dyd ride thorow y e wykyte, and than the wretche dispayrynge in hym selffe, apon a soden motion, dyd commend hymselffe to y e blessyd virgyne, whiche was than at hand. But now commythe the myrakle. By and by that knyght was all in the churche yarde, and hys aduer­sary was ragynge at the dore w t ­owte.

Me.

And dyd he tell you so maruylous a myrakle for a trew­the?

Ogy.

No dowte.

Me.

But I suppose that he could nat so lyghte­ly doo that to you so a great a phi­losopher.

Ogy.

He dyd shewe to me in that same wykytte in a plate of coper, the ymage of the knyght fa­stenyd with nayles and w t the same garmentes y t the Englishmen were wontyd to wayre at that tyme, as you may see in that olde pictures, whiche wylnat lye, Barbourꝭ had [Page] but lytle lyuynge at that tyme: and dieres & websteres gotte but litle monay.

Me.

Why so?

Ogy.

For he had a berd like a goote, and his cote had neuer a plyte, & it was so litle, that with strayte gyrdynge it mayd hys body to apere lesse than it was. Ther was another plate, that was in quantyte and fourme like to a cheste.

Me.

Well now it [...] is nat to be doubtyd apō.

Ogy.

Under y e wykyte ther was a grate of yrne, that no man cā passe theryn but a footemā, for it is nat conuenyent that any horsse shuld tread after apon y pla­ce, whiche the knyght dyd cōsecrate to owr lady.

Me.

Nat withowt a good cause.

Ogy.

Frome that parte toward the Este, there is a litle cha­pell, full of maruayles and thyther I wēte, ther was I receyuyd of an­other of our ladyes chaplenes, ther we knelyd downe, to make our litle prayeres. By & by, he broght for the [Page] the ioynte of a mannes fynger, the greatyste of thre, whiche I kyssyd, & askyd whose relyques thay were, he dyd say that thay were saynt Petres. What thapostle sayd I. Ye sayd he. Than I dyd better beholde the ioynte, whiche for hys greatenes myght well haue be a Gyātes ioynte, rather than a mannes. Than sayd I, saynt Peter must nedys be a great man of stature. But at that word, ther was one of the gentlemē that stode by, that could not forbere lawghynge, for the whiche I was very sory. For if he had holden hys pease, we had sene all the relyques, yet we metely well pleasyd mayster Sextē, with gyuynge hym .ii. or .iij. grotes. Before that chapell there was a litle howsse, whiche he sayd ones in wynter tyme whan y t there was litle rowme to couer the reli­ques, that it was sodenly broght & sett in that place. Under that house [Page] there was a couple of pittes, bothe fulle of water to the brynkys, and thay say that y e sprynge of thos pit­tes is dedicate to our lady, that wa­ter is very colde, and medycynable for the hede ake and that hartbur­nynge.

Me.

If that cold water wyll hele the paynes in the hede and sto­make, than wyll oyle putowte fyre from hensforthe.

Ogy.

It is a myra­kle that I tell, good syr, orels what maruayle shuld it be, y t cowld water shuld slake thurste?

Me.

This may well be one parte of your tale.

Ogy.

Thay say that the fowntayne dyd sodenly sprynge owte of the erthe at the commaundement of our lady, & I dilygently examenynge althyn­ges, dyd aske hym how many yeres it was sythe that howsse was so so­denly broght thyther. Many yeres agone saythe he. Yet, sayde I, the wallys doo nat apere so old. He dyd nat denay it. No mor thes woden [Page] pyleres. He cowld nat denay but y t they were sette there nat longe a­goo, and also the mater dyd playn­ly testyfye y e same. Afterward, sayd I, thys roffe whiche is all of rede dothe apere nat to be very olde, & he grantyd also, thes greete bemes whiche lye ouerthwerte, and these rafteres that hold vpe that howsse were nat sett longe agone. He affyr­myd my saynge. Well sayd I se­ynge that no parte of the housse is lefte but all is new, how can yow say that this was the house whiche was broght hyther so longe agoo.

Me.

I pray you how dyd the hows­keper, auoyde hymselffe frome your argumēt.

Ogy.

By & by he dyd shew to vs the mater by the skyne of a bayre whiche had hangyd be the rafteres alonge season, and dyd al­most moke the symplenes of owre wyttes that could nat perceyue so manyfeste an argumēte we beynge [Page] perswadyd by this argument, askid pardon of our ignorance, and callid into our communycacyon the he­uēly mylke of our lady.

Me.

O how like to the sone is the mother, for he hath left to vs so moche blood here in erthe, & she so moche mylke, that a man wyl skarysly beleue a woman to haue so moche mylke of one chylde, in case the chyld shuld sukke none at all.

Ogy.

Thay saye the same of the holy crosse, whiche is shewyd in so many places bothe openly, and pryuately, that if y e fra­gmentes were gatheryd apon one heape, they wold apere to be a iuste fraghte for a shipe, and yet Christe dyd bere all his crosse hymselffe.

Me.

But do nat you maruayll at this?

Ogy.

It may welbe a strāge thynge, but no maruayle, seynge that the lord whiche dothe encreasse this at hys pleasure, is almyghty.

Me.

It is very gently expowndyd, but I am [Page] afrayd, that many of thes be fay­nyd for lukre.

Ogy.

I suppose y t God wold nat suffre hymselffe to be delu­dyd of suche a fasshion.

Mene.

Yis, Haue nat you sene that whā bothe the mother, the sone, the father, and the holy ghoste hathe be robbyd of thes sacrile gyous theues, that thay woldnat ones moue, or styre nother with bekke or crakke wherby thay myght fray away the theues. So great is the gentles of God.

Ogy.

So it is, but here out me tale. This mylke is kepyd apon the hye aultre, and in the myddys ther is Christe, w t his mother apon hys ryght hand, for her honor sake, the mylke dothe represente the mother.

Me.

It may be sene than?

Ogy.

It is closyd in crystalle.

Me.

It is moyste thā?

Ogy.

What tell you me of moystenes, whā it was mylkyd more than a thow­sand and fyue hunthrithe yere ago­ne, it is so congelyd, that a mā wold [Page] saye that it were chalke temperyd with the whyte of a egge.

Me.

Ye, but do thay sette it forthe bare?

Ogy.

No, lest so holy mylke shuld be defowlyd with the kyssynge of men.

Me.

You say well. For I suppose y t ther be many that kysse it, whiche be nother clene mouthyd, nor yet be pure virgynes.

Ogy.

Whan y e sexten sawe vs, he dyd runne to the aultre, & put apon hym his surplese, & his stole about his nekke, knelyd downe relygyously, and worshipyd it, and streghtforthe dyd offre the mylke to vs to kysse. And at the ende of the aultre we knelyd downe deuoutly, & the fyrste of all we salutyd Christe, & than after we callyd apon our lady with thys prayer, whiche we had mayd redy for the same purpose. O mother & mayde, whiche dyd gyue sukke with thy virgynes teates the lorde of heuen and yerthe, thy sone Iesus Christe, we beynge puryfyed [Page] thorowe hys precyous blode, do de­syre that we may attayne, and co­me to that blessyd infancye of thy colombynes meknes, whiche is im­maculate without malice, frawde, or diseyte, and with all affectyon of harte dothe couett and stody for the heuenly mylke of the euangelicall doctryne, to go for the and encrease with it into a perfaycte man, into the mesure of the plentefulnes of Christe, of whos cōpany thou haste the fruycyon, togyther with the fa­ther, & the holy ghost for euermore, so be it.

Me.

Uerely thys is a holy prayer. But what dyd she?

Ogygy.

Thay bothe bekkyd at vs, excepte my eyes waggyd, and me thought y t the mylke daunsyd. In the meanse­son the sexten came to vs, withowt any wordes, but he held out a table suche as the Germanes vse to ga­ther tolle apon bridges.

Me.

By my trothe I haue cursyd very ofte su­che [Page] crauynge boxes, whan I dyd ryde thorowe Germany.

Ogy.

We dyd gyue hym certayne monay whiche he offeryd to our lady. Thā I axyd by a certayne yonge man, y t was well learnyd, whiche dyd ex­pownde and tell vs the saynge of y e Sextē, hys name (as fere as I re­membre) was Robert alderisse, by what tokenes or argumētes he dyd know that it was the mylke of owr lady. And that I very fayne, & for a good purpose desyred to knowe, y t I myght stope the mowthes of cer­tayne newfanglyd felowes, that be w [...]tyd to haue suche holy relyques in derysyon and mokage. Fyrst of all the Sexten w t a froward cown­tenāce wold nat tell, but I desyryd the yong man to moue hym more instantly, but somwhat more gently he so courtesly behauyd hymselffe, y t and he had prayd owr lady herselffe [Page] after y t fashion, she wold nat haue be dysplesyd therwith. And thā this mystycall chapleyn, as and if he had be inspyryd with y e holy ghoste, castynge at vs a frounynge loke, as & if he wold haue shote at vs y e hor­ryble thonderbolte of the greate curse, what nede you (saythe he) to moue suche questyones, whan yow see byfore your eyes so autentycall & old a table. And we were afrayd lest that he wold haue cast vs out of the churche for heretykes, but that oure monay dyd tempre hys grea, te furye.

Mene.

What dyd you in the meaneseason?

Ogygyus.

What suppose you? We were amasyd as and if a man had stryke vs with a clube, or we had be slayne with a thonderclape, and we very lowly axid pardon of oure folishe bolde­nes, and gote vs frome thens. For so must we entreate holy thynges. [Page] Frome thens we went in to y e how­se where owre lady dwellithe, and whan we came there, we sawe an­other Sexten whiche was but a noues, he lokyd famylarly as and if he had knowē vs, and whā we came a litle further in, we sawe another, y t lokyd moch after suche a fashion, at the last came the thyrd.

Me.

Per­auenture thay desyryd to descrybe you.

Ogy.

But I suspecte another mater.

Mene.

What was it?

Ogygy.

There was a certayne theffe y t had stole almost all owr ladyes frontlet, and I supposyd y t they had me in su­spycyon therof. And therfore whan I was within the chapell I mayd my prayers to ourlady after thys fashiō. Oh cheffe of all women Ma­ry the mayd, most happy mother, moste pure virgyne, we vnclene, and synners, doo vysyte the pure & holy, and after our abylytye we haue of­feryd vnto the, we pray thy that thy [Page] sone may grante this to vs, that we may folow thy holy lyffe, and that we may deserue thorow the grace of the holy ghoste, spirytual [...]y to cō ­ceyue the lord Iesus Christ, & after that conceptyon neuer to be sepa­rat frome hym, Amen. This done I kyssyd the aultre, and layd downe certayne grotes for myne offerynge and went my waye.

Me.

What dyde our lady now, dyd nat she make one sygne, that you myght know that she had hard youre prayeres.

Ogy.

The lyght (as I told you before) was but litle, and she stode at the ryght ende of the aultre in the der­ke corner, at the last the commum­catyō of the fyrst Sexten had so di­scoregyd me, that I durst nat ones loke vpe with myne eyes.

Me.

This [...] pylgremage came but to smale ef­fecte.

Ogy..

Yes, it had a very good & mery ende.

Me.

You haue causyd me to take harte of grasse, for (as Ho­mere [Page] saythe) my harte was almost in my hose.

Ogy.

Whan dynar was done, we returnyd to y e temple.

Me.

Durfte you God & be susspecte of fe­lonye?

Ogy.

Perauenture so, but I had nat my selffe in suspiciō, a gylt­les mynde puttythe away feare. I was very desyrous to see that table whiche the holy Sexten dyd open to vs. At the last we fownde it, but it was hāgyd so hye that very fewe could rede it. My eyes be of that fa­shion, that I can nother be callyd Linceus ys abeaste so quike eyed y t it wyll see tho­row a­ny wallLinceus, nother purre blynd. And therefore I instantly desyryd Alldryge to rede it, whose redynge I folowyd with myne owne eyes, because I wold skarsly truste hym in suche a mater.

Me.

Well, now all doubtes be discussyd.

Ogy.

I was a­shamyd that I doubtyd so moche, y e mater was so playne setforthe be­fore oure eyes, bothe the name, the p [...]ace. the thynge it selffe as it was [Page] done, to be breffe, there was nothyn­ge lefte owte. There was a mane whos name was Wylyam whiche was borne in Parise, a man very deuoute in many thyngꝭ, but pryn­cypally excedynge relygyous in searchynge forthe relyques of all sayntes thorowo wt all the worlde. He after that he had vysytyd many places, contrayes, and regyones, at the laste came to Cōstantynenople. For Wylhelmes brother was there byshope, whiche dyd make hym pry­uy to a certayne mayde, whiche had professyd chastyte, that hadde parte of oure ladyes mylke, whiche were an excedynge precyous relyque, if that other with prayer, or monaye, or by any crafte it myghte be gotte. For all the reliques that he hadde gotte before were but tryfles to so holy [...] [...]ylke. Wyllyam wold nat rest there tyll that he had gotte halffe of that holy mylke, but whan he had [Page] it, he thoghte that he was richer than Croeseus.

Me.

Why nat, but was it nat withowt any good hope?

Ogy.

He went thā streght home, but in hys iornay he fell seke.

Me.

Iesu there is nothynge in thys worlde y t is other permanent, or alwayes in good state.

Ogy.

But whan he sawe & perceyuyd that he was in greate ioperdye of his lyffe, he callyd to him a frenchman, whiche was a very trusty companyon to hym in hys iornay. And commaundyd all to a­uoyd the place, and make sylence, & pryuyly dyd betake to hym thys mylke, apon this condycyō, that if it chāsyd to come home saffe & sownde he shuld offre that precyous tre­sure to our ladyes aultre in Paryse, whiche standythe in the myddys of the ryuere Sequana, whiche dothe apere to separat hymselffe to h [...]nor and obaye our blessyd lady. But to make short tale. Wylyam is deade, & [Page] buryed, the Frenchman mayd hym redy to departe apon hys iornay, & sodēly fell seke also. And he in great dyspayre of amendynge, dyd com­myth y e mylke to an Englishmā, but nat withowt great instance, and moche prayer he dyd that whiche he was mouyd to doo. Than dyed he. And y e other dyd take the mylke, and put it apon an aultre of y e same place the Chanones beynge presen­te, whiche were yt as we call Re­gulares. Thay be yet in the abbaye of saynt Genofeffe. But y e Englishmā obtaynyd the halffe of that mylke, & caryed it to Walsyngā in England, the holy ghost put suche in hys myn­de.

Me.

By my trothe this is a godly tale.

Ogy.

But lest there shuld be any doubte of this mater, y e Bysho­pes whiche dyd grante pardon to it thayre names be wryten there, as thay came to vysyte it, nat withowt thayre offerynges, and thay haue [Page] gyuen to it remyssyon, as moche as thay had to gyue by thayre autho­rite.

Me.

How moche is that?

Ogy.

Fowrty dayes.

Mene.

Yee is there dayes in hell.

Ogy.

Trewly ther is tyme. Ye but whan thay haue grā ­tyd all thayre stynte, thay haue no more to grante.

Ogy.

That is nat so for whan one parte is gone another dothe encrease, and it chansythe dy­uersly euyn as the tonne of [...]anai­dus. For that althoghe it be incon­tynently fyllyd, yet it is alway em­ptye: and if thou be takynge owt of it, yet there is neuer the lesse in the barell.

Me.

If thay grāte to an hun­derithe thowsand mē fowrty dayes of pardone, shuld euery man haue elyke?

Ogy.

No doubte of that.

Me.

And if any haue forty byfore dynar, may he axe other forty at after sou­ [...]er, is there any thynge lest than to gyue him?

Ogy.

Ye, & if thou aske it tentymes in one howre.

Me.

I wold [Page] to God that I had suche a pardon bagge, I wold aske but .iij. grotes, and if thay wold flowe so faste.

Ogy.

Ye but you desyre to be to ryche, if y t you myght for wyshynge, but I wyl turne to my tale, but there was so­me good holy man whiche dyd gyue this argumente of holynes to that mylke, and sayd that our Ladyes mylke whiche is in many other pla­ces, is precyous & to be worshipyd, but thys is moche more precyous, & to be honoryd, bycause the other was shauen of stones, but this is the same that came out of the virgynes brest.

Me.

How kno you that?

Ogy.

The mayd of Cōstantynople, which dyd gyue it, dyd saye so.

Me.

Pera­uenture saynt Barnard dyd gyue it to her.

Ogy.

So I suppose. For whā he was an old man, yet he was so happy y t he sukkyd of y same mylke, that Iesus hymselffe sukkyd apon.

Me.

But I maruayle why he was [Page] rather callyd a hony sukker than a mylke sukker. But how is it callyd oure ladyes mylke that came neuer owt of her breste?

Ogy.

Yes it came owt at her breste, but perauenture it light apon the stone y t he whiche sukkyd knelyd apon, and ther was receyuyd, and so is encreasyd, & by y e wyll of god is so multyplyed.

Me.

It is wel sayd.

Ogy.

Whan we had sene all thys, whyle that we were walkynge vpe & downe, if that any thynge of valure were offeryd, so y t any body were present to see thaym y e Sextens mayd great haste for fe­are of crafty cōuayēce, lokynge apō thaym as thay wold eate thaym. Thay poynte at hym with there fynger, thay runne, thay goo, thay come, thay bekke one to an other, as tho thay wold speake to thaym that stand by if thay durste haue be bold.

Mene.

Were you af [...]rayd of no­thynge there?

Ogy.

Yis I dyde loke [Page] apō hym, lawghynge as who shold saye I wold m [...]e hym to spe [...]ke to me [...], at [...]ste he cam to me, and a [...]id me what was my name, I told him. He axid me if yt were nat I that dyd hange vpe there a table of [...]y vowe writen in Hebrew, with i [...] .ij. yere before. I confessi [...] that it was y e same.

Me.

Cā you wryte hebrewe?

Ogygy.

No but all that thay cānat vnderstond, thay suppose to be He­brewe. And than (I suppose he was send for) came the posterior pryor.

Me.

What name of worshipe is y t? Haue thay nat an abbate?

Ogy.

No

Me.

Why so?

Ogy.

For thay cannat speake Hebrew.

Me.

Haue thay nat a Bishope?

Ogy.

No.

Me.

What is y e cause?

Ogy.

For oure lady is nat as yet so ryche, that she is able to bye a crosse, & a mytre, whiche be so deare,

Me.

Yet at least haue thay nat a pre­sedente?

Ogy.

No veryly. What let­tythe thaym?

Ogy.

That is a name [Page] of dignyte and nat of relygyō. And also for that cause suche abbayes of Chanones, doo nat receyue the name of an abbate, thay doo call thaym maysters?

Me.

Ye, but I ne­uer hard tell of pryor posterior be­fore.

Ogy.

Dyd you neuer learne youre grāmere before.

Me.

Yis I know prior posterior amōgst the fy­gures.

Ogy.

That same is it. It is he that is nexte to the prioure, for there priour is posterior.

Me.

You speake apon the supprioure.

Ogy.

That same dyd entertayne me ve­ry gently, he told me what greate labure had be abowt y e readynge of thos verses, & how many dyd rub­be thayr spectakles abowt thaym. As oft as any old ancyent doctor other of deuynyte or of the lawe, re­sortyd thyder, by and by he was broght to that table, some sayd y t thay were lettres of Arabia, some sayd thay were faynyd lettres. Well [Page] at the last came one that redde the tytle, it was wryten in laten with greate Romayne lettres, y e Greke was wryten with capytale lettres of Greke, whiche at the fyrst syght do apere to be capytale latē lettres, at thayr desyer I dyd expownde y e verses in laten, trāslatynge thaym word for word. But whā thay wold haue gyuyn me for my labour, I refusyd it, seynge that ther was no [...]thynge so hard that I wold not doo for our blessyd ladyes sake, ye thogh she wold commaūd me to bere this table to Hierusalē.

Me.

What nede you to be her caryoure, seynge that she hathe so many angelles bothe at her hedde and at her fette.

Ogy.

Than he pullid owt of hys pur [...]e a pece of wodde, that was cutt owte of the blokke that our ladye lenyd apon. I perceyuyd by and by tho­row the smell of it, that it was a ho­ly thynge. Than whan I sawe so [Page] greate a relyque, putt of my cappe, and feldowne flatte, & very deuout­ly kyssyd it .iij. or .iiij tymes, poppyd it in my pursse.

Me.

I pray you may a man see it?

Ogy.

I gyue you good leue. But if you be nat fastynge, or if you accompanyed with yowre wyffe the nyght before, I conceyle you nat to loke apon it.

Me.

O bles­sed arte thou that euer thou gotte this relyque.

Ogy.

I may tell you in cowncell, I wold nat gyue thys litle pece for all y e gold that Tagus hathe, I wyll sett it in gold, but so y t it shall apere thorow a crystall sto­ne. And than the Supprioure whā he sawe that I dyd take the relyque so honorably, he thoght it shuld nat be lost, in case he shuld shew me greater mysteries, he dyd aske me whether I hadde euer sene our la­dyes secretes, but at that word I was astonyed, yet I durst nat be so so bold as to demande what thos [Page] secretes were. For in so holy thyn­ges, to speake a mysse is no small danger. I sayd that I dyd neuer se thaym, but I sayd that I wold be very glade to see thaym. But now I was broght in, and as I had be inspired with the holy ghost, than thay lyghtyd a couple of taperes, & setforthe a litle ymage, nat coury­ously wroght, nor yet very gor­geous, but of a meruelous [...]tue.

Me.

That litle body hathe smale powre to worke myrakles. I saw saynt Christopher at Parise, nat a cartelode, but as moche as a greate hy [...] ­le yet he neuer dyd myrakles as farre as euer I herd telle.

Ogy.

At our ladyes fette there is a precyous stone, whos name as it is nother in Greke nor Laten. The Frenchemā gaue it the name of a tode, bycause it is so like, that no man (althoghe he be conynge) can set it forthe mo­re lyuely. But so moche greater is [Page] the myrakle, that the stone is litle, the fourme of the tode dothe nat a­pere, but it shynythe as it were en­closyd within that precyous stone.

Me.

Perauenture they ymagyne y e symylytude of a tode to be there, euyn as we suppose whan we cutte y e fearne stalke there to be an egle, and euyn as chyldren (whiche they see nat indede) in y e clowdes, thynke they see dragones spyttynge fyre, & hylles flammynge with fyre, & ar­myd mē encownterynge.

Ogy.

No, I wold you shuld know it, there is no lyuynge tode that more euydēt­ly dothe expresse hymselffe than it dyd there playnly apere.

Me.

He­therto I haue sufferyd thy lyes, but now get the another what wyll be­leue the, thy tale of a tode.

Ogy.

No maruayle Menedemus thogh you be so disposyd, for all the world can­not make me to beleue yt, not & all doctoures of dyuynyte wold swere [Page] it were trewe. But that I sawe it with myne eyes, ye with thes same eyes, dyd I proue it. But in y e mean­seson me thynke you regard natu­rall phylosophye but litle.

Me.

why so, because I wyll nat beleue y e a [...]es flye?

Ogy.

An do you nat se, how na­ture the worker of all thynges, do­the so excell in expressynge y e fourme bewty, & coloure of thaym maruy­lously in other thynges, but pryn­cypaly in precyous stones? moreo­uer she hathe gyuen to y e same sto­nes wonderouse vertu and strēkthe that is almost incredyble, but that experience dothe otherwyse testy­fye. Tell me, do you beleue that a Adam and [...] stone wold drawe vn­to him stele w towt any towchynge therof, and also to be seꝑate frome him ayen of hys owne accorde, ex­cepte that yow had sene it with yowre eyes.

Me.

No verely, nat and if .x. Arystoteles wold perswade me [Page] to the cōtrarye.

Ogy.

Therfore by­cause you shuld nat say thys were a lye, in case you here any thynge, whiche you haue not sene prouyd. In a stone callyd Ceraunia we see y e fashon of lightnynge, in the stone Pyropo wyldfyre, Chelazia dothe expresse bothe the coldnes and the fourme of hayle, and thoghe thou cast in to the hote fyre, an Emrode, wyll expresse the clere water of the seye. Carcinas dothe counterfay­te y e shape of a crabfish [...]. Echites of the serpente vyper. But to what purpose shuld I entreat, or inuesty­gate the nature of suche thynges whiche be innumerable, whā there is no parte of nature nor in the ele­mentes, nother in any lyuynge cre­ature, other in planetes, or herbes y e nature euyn as it were all of plea­sure, hathe not expressyd in precy­ous stones? Doo yow maruayle thā y t in thys stone at owre ladies fote, [Page] is the fourme and fashon of a tode?

Me.

I maruayle that nature shuld haue so moche lesure, so to coun­terfayt the nature of althynges.

Ogy.

It was but to exercyse, or oc­cupye the curyosytye of mannes wytte, and so at the lest wyse to ke­pe vs frome ydlenes, and yet as thoghe we had nothynge to passe y e tyme with all, we be in maner made apon foles, apon dyesse, and crafty iogeleres.

Me.

You saye very truthe.

Ogy.

There be many men of no smale grauytye, that wyll say thys kynd of stones, if that you put it in vynagre, it wyll swyme, thoge you wold thruste it downe with violence.

Me.

Wherfore do thay sette a tode byfore our lady?

Ogy.

Bycause she hathe ouercome, trode vnderfo­te, abolyshyd all maner of vnclen­nes, poysō, pryde, couytousnes, and all wordly affectyones that raygne in man.

Me.

Woo be to vs, that ha­ue so many todes in owre hartes.

Ogygy.
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We shalbe purgyd frome thaym all, if we dylygētly worshipe owre lady.

Me.

How wold she be worshipyd.

Ogy.

The most a [...]epta­ble honor, that thou canste [...] to her is to folowe her lyuynge.

Me.

You haue told all atones. But this is hard to brynge to pass.

Ogy.

You saye truthe, but it is an excellen [...]e thynge.

Me.

But go to, and tell on as you begane.

Ogy.

After thys to come to owre purpose, the Suppri­oure shewyd to me ymages of gold and syluer, and sayd, thes be pure gold, and thes be syluer and gyltyd, he told the pryce of euery one of thaym, and the patrone. Whan I wonderyd, reioysynge of so marue­louse ryches, as was abowt our la­dy, than saythe the Sextē bycause I percayue, that you be so vertu­ously affecte, I suppose it greate wronge, to hyde any thynge frome you, but now you shall see the pry­uytyes [Page] of our lady, and than he pul­lyd owt of the aultre a whole world of maruayles, if I shuld tell you of all, a whole daye wold nat suffyse, & so thys pylgremage chansyd to me most happy. I was fyllyd euyn full withe goodly syghts, and I brynge also with me this wonderous rely­que, whiche was a tokē gyuen to me frōe our lady.

Me.

Haue you nat it prouyd, what valewre your woden relyque is on?

Ogy.

Yis, y t I haue, in a certayne Inne within thys thre dayes, ther I fownde a certayne man y t was bestraght of hys wytte, whiche shuld haue be bownde, but thys woden relyque was put vnder hys nekke pryuyly, wherapon he gad a sadde and sownd sleape, but in the mornynge he was hole and sownde as euer he was before.

Me.

It was nat the phrenysy, but the dronkē dropsye, sleape ys wontyd to be a good medicyne for y t dysease.

Ogy.
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Whā you be dysposyd to skoffe Menedemus, yt ys best y t you gette a nother maner of gestynge stokke than thys, for I tell you it is nother good nor holsome, to bowrde so w t sayntes. For thys same mā dyd say, that a woman dyd apere to hym, in hys sleape, after a maruelouse fashion, whiche shold gyue hym a cuppe to drynke apon.

Mene.

I sup­pose it was Elle­borum wyll re­store a man to hys senses that hathe lost thē. Elleborū.

Ogy.

That is vncertayne, but I kno well y t mā was well broght into hys mynde ayen.

Me.

Dyd you other come or goo by Sante Thomas of Cantor­bury that good archebishope.

Ogy.

What els / there ys no pylgremage more holy.

Me.

I wold fayne here of yt, and I shold nat trouble you.

Ogy.

I pray you here, & take good hedd. Kente ys callyd that parte of England, y t buttythe apon Fraūce and Flanders, the cheffe cytye there of ys Cantorburye, in yt there be ij. [Page] Abbayes, bothe of thaym be of Sa­ynte Benedyctꝭ ordre, but y t which ys callyd Saynte Augustynꝭ dothe apere to be the oldre, that whiche ys callyd now Saynte Thomas dothe apere to haue be the Arche­byshope of Cantorburys see, where as he was wontyd to lyue w t a sorte of monkes electe for hym selffe, as Byshopes now adayes be wontyd to haue thayr howses nye vnto the churche, but aparte frome other canonꝭ howses. In tymes paste bothe Byshopes & Chanones were won­tyde to be monkes, as may be pla­ynly prouyd by many argumentes. The churche which ys dedycate to Saynte Thomas, dothe streche vpe apon heght so gorgeously, that it wyll moue pylgrymes to deuoci­on a ferre of, and also withe hys bryghtnes and shynynge he dothe lyght hys neybures, & the old place whiche was wontyd to be most ho­ly, [Page] now in respecte of it, is but a dar­ke hole and a lytle cotage. There be a couple of great hye toures, which doo seme to salute strangeres afer­re of, and thay dow fyll all the con­tray abowt bothe farre and nere, w t the sownde of great belles, in the fronte of the temple, whiche is apō the southe syde, there stand grauen in a stone thre armyd men, whiche with thayr cruell handes dyd sleye the most holy saynte Thomas, and there is wryten thayr surnames Tracy, Breton, and Beryston.

Me.

I pray you wharfore doo thay suf­fer thos wykyd knyghtes be so had in honoure.

Ogy.

Euyn suche honor is gyuen to thaym as was gyuē to Iudas, Pylate, and Caiphas, & to the compa [...]y of the wykyd so wdye­res, as you may se payntyd in the tables that be sett byfore aultres. Thayr surnames be put to lest any man hereafter shuld vsurpe any [Page] cause of thayr prayse. Thay be payntyd byfore mennes eyes, by­cause that no cowrtyer after thys shuld laye violēt han [...]es other apō Byshopes, or the churche goodes. For thes thre of this garde strayght a [...]on that wykyd acte, wente starke madde, nor thay had neuer had thayr mynde ayen, but that thay prayd to blessyd saynt Thomas.

Me.

O blessyd pacyence of suche marty­res.

Ogy.

At our entre in, lord what a pryncely place dyd apere vnto vs, where as euery mā that wyll may goo in.

Me.

Is there no maruayle to be sene.

Ogy.

Nothynge but the greate wydnes of the place, and a sorte of bokes, y t be bownde to pyle­res wherein is the gospell of Nico­demus, and I cannat tell whos se­pulkre.

Me.

What than?

Ogy.

Thay do so dylygētly watche lest any mā shulde entre in to the quere of yron, that thay wyll skarsly fuffre a man [Page] to loke apon it, whiche is betwyxte the greate churche & the hye quere (as thay calle it) a man that wyll go thyther must clyme vp many stay­res byfore, vndre the whiche there is a certayne wykyt with a barre y t openythe the dore apon the northe syde. There standythe forthe a cer­tayne aultre whiche is dedycate to our lady, it is but a lytleone, and I suppose set there for no other pur­pose, but to be a olde monumēt or sygne, that in thos dayes there was no greate superfluyte. There thay saye that thys blessyd martyr sayd his last good nyght to our lady, whā he shuld departe hensse. In y e aultre is the poynte of the sword that sty­ryd abowt the braynes of thys bles­syd martyr. And there lye his bray­nes shed apon the yerthe, wherby you may well knowe y t he was nere deade. But the holly ruste of thys grat I deuoutly kyssyd for loue of y e [Page] blessyd martyr. From thens we wēt vndre the crowdes, whiche is nat withowt hys chaplaynes, & there we sawe the brayne panne of that holy martyr whiche was thraste quyte thorow, all the other was co­ueryd with syluer, the ouerparte of the brayne panne was bare to be kyssyd, and there with all is sethfor­the a certayn leden table hauynge grauyd in hym a tytle of saynte Thomas of Acrese. There hange also the sherte of heyre, & hys gyr­dle with hys heren breches where with that noble champyō chastnyd hys body, thay be horryble to loke apon, and greatly reproue oure de­lycate gorgeousnes.

Me.

Ye perauē ­ture so thay do the mōkes sloteful­nes.

Ogy.

As for that mater I cā ­nat affyrme nor yet denye, nor yet it is no poynte of my charge.

Me.

Ye saye truthe.

Ogy.

Frome thens we returnyd in to the quere, & apon [Page] y e northe syde be y e relyques shewyd, a wonderouse thynge to se, what a sort of bones be broght forthe, skul­les, iawes, thethe, handes, fyngres, hole armes, whā we had worshipyd thaym all, we kyssyd thaym, that I thoght we shuld neuer haue mayd an ende, but that my pylgremage felow whiche was an vnmete com­panyon for suche a busynes, prayd thaym to make an end of sethynge forthe thayre relyques.

Me.

What felowe was that?

Ogy.

He was an Englyshmā callyd Gratiane colte a man bothe vertuouse and well learnyd, but he had lesse affectyon toward pylgremages than I wold that he shuld haue.

Me.

One of Wy­clyffes scoleres I warrante you?

Ogy.

I thynke nat, althoghe he hadde redde hys bokes, how he ca­me by thaym I cannattell.

Me.

He dysplesyd mayster. Sextē greuofly.

Ogy.

Thā was there broght forthe [Page] an arme whiche had yet the redde fleshe apon it, he abhorryd to kysse it, a man myght se by hys counte­nance that he was nothynge well pleasyd, & than by and by mayster Sexten put vp hys relyques. But than we lokyd apō the table whiche was apō the aultre, and all hys gor­geousnes, aftrewarde thos thyngꝭ that were hydde vnder the aultre. ther was nothynge but riches exce­dynge, a man wold accompte both Midas and Cresus beggers in re­specte of thos riches that ther was sett abrode.

Me.

Was ther no more kyssynge thē?

Ogy.

No, but an other affection and desyre came apō me.

Me.

What was that?

Ogy.

I syghed y t I had no suche relyques at home.

Me.

Oh a wycked desyre & an euyl thought

Ogy.

I graunt, and there [...]fore I axyd, forgyfnes of Saynt Thomas before I remouyd one fote, to departe out of the churche. After [Page] thes thus we were brought in to y e reuestry, o good lorde what a goodly syght was ther of vestmētes of vel­uet & clothe of golde, what a some of candlestykes of gold? We sawe ther saynt Thomas crosse staffe, ther was seē also a rede ouerlayed with syluer, it was but of a smalle wyght, vnwrought, nor no longer then wold retch vnto a mans myd­gle.

Me.

Was ther no crosse?

Ogy.

I sawe none at all, ther was shewed vs a robe of sylke treuly, but sowed with cowrse threde, garnysshyd w t nother gold nor stone. Ther was also a napkyn full of swette blody, wher with saynt Thomas wypyd bothe hys nose and hys face, these thynges as monumētes of auncy­ent sobernes we kyssed gladely.

Me.

Be not these thynges showed to e­uery body?

Ogy.

No for sothe good syr.

Me.

How happened it that you were in so good credens, that no se­cret [Page] thynges were hyd frome you?

Ogy.

I was well acquyntede with the reuerende father Gwylyame warham the archbyshope. He wro­te .ij. Or .iij. wordes in my fauour.

Me.

I here of many that he is a mā of syngler humanite.

Ogy.

But ra­ther thou woldest call hym huma­nite it selfe if thou dydest well know hym. For ther is in hym soche ler­nynge, so vertuouse lyffe, soche pu­renes of maneres, that a mā cowld wyshe no gyfte of a ꝑfayte Byshope in him, that he hathe nat. Frome thens afterward we were ladde to greater thynges. For behyndethe hyghe aultre, we ascēdyd as it we­re in to a nother new churche, ther was shewed vs in a chapell the face of the blessed man ouergylted and with many precyous stones goodly garnysshed. A soden chaunse here had almost marred the matter and put vs out of conceyte.

Me.

I tary [Page] to knowe what euyl chaunse yow wyll speke of.

Ogy.

Here my compa­nyō Gratiā gote hym lytle fauoure, for he, after we had mad an ende of praynge, inquyred of hym that sate by the hede, herke, he seyd, good fa­ther, is it true that I here, y t saynt Thomas whyl he it lyued was mercyfull toward y e poer people? That is very true saythe he, and he begā to tell greatly of his liberalyte and compassyon that he shewede to the poer and nedy. Then sayd Gratiā: I thynke that affection and good mynd in him not to be chaungyde, but y t it is now moche better. Unto this graunted y e keper of the hede, agayn sayd he, then in as moche as thys holy man was so gratyouse vnto y e poer, whan he was yet poer, & he hym selfe had nede of monay for y e necessarys of hys body, thynke ye nat that he wold be contēt, now that he is so ryche, and also nedethe [Page] nothynge, that if a poer womā ha­uynge at home chylderne lakynge mete and drynke, or els doughters beynge in danger to lose ther virgi­nite, for defaute of ther substaunce to mary them with, or hauynge her husbande fore syke, and destitute of all helpe, in case she askyd [...]y [...]ns, & pryuyly stole a way a small porcy­on of so greate riches, to sukkre her how shold, as and if she shold haue it of one that wold other leane, or gy­ue it to herre? And whan he wold nat answere that [...]epyd the golden hedde, Gracyane, as he is somwhat hasty, I, saythe he, doo suppose playnly, that this holy man wold be gladde, yf y t he, now beynge deade, myght sustayne the neces [...]iye of po­re people. But there mayster par­sone begone to frowne, & byte hys lyppe, with hys holowe eyes lyke to A mōster y t hathe snakes for hea­res a­pon her hedde.Gorgone y e monstre to luke apō vs. I doo not dowbte he wold haue [Page] cast vs out of the temple, and spytte apō vs, but that he dyd knowe that we were comendyd of the archeby­shope. But I dyd somwhat mytty­gate the manes ire, with my fayre wordes, saynge that Gratiane dyd nat speake as he thoghte, but that he gestyd as he was wontyd to doo, and stoppyd hys mouthe with a fewe pens.

Mene.

Treuly I do greatly alow your goodly fashion, but oftentymes ernestly I cōsyder, by what meaynes they may be acō ­pted without faute & blame, that bestow so moche substance in buyl­dyng churchys, in garnysshynge, and enrychynge them without all mesure. I thynke as touchyng the holy vestmentes, & the syluer plate of the temple ther ought to be gy­uyn, to the solempne seruys, hys dygnyte and comlynes, I wyll also that the buyldyng of the churche shall haue hys maiesty decent and [Page] conuenyent. But to what purpose seruyth so many holy water pottes, so many cādlestyckes, so many ymages of gold. What nede there so ma­ny payre of organes (as thay call them) so costely & chargeable? For one payre can not serue vs: what profyteth y e musicall criynge out in the temples y t is so derely bought and payed for, whan in the meane­seson our brothers and systers the lyuely temples of Christe liynge by the walles / dye for hungre & colde.

Ogy.

Ther is no vertuouse or wyse man, that wold nat desyre a meane to be hadde in thes thynges. But in as moche as thys euyl is growen and spronge vp of superstityon be­yond mesure, yet may it better be sufferde, specially when we confy­der on the other syde the euyll con­science and behauyor of them that robb the churchys of whatso euer iuellys ther may be founde, thes ry­ches [Page] were gyuen in a maner great men, & of pryncys, the whiche they wold haue bestowede vpon a worse vse, that is to say other at the dyce or in the warres. And if a man take any thynge from thense. Fyrst of all it is taken sacrylege, then they hold ther handes that were accustomed to gyfe, besyde that morouer they be allured & mouyde to robbynge & vaynynge. Therfore thes mene be rather the kepers of thys treasures thē lordes. And to speake a worde for all, me thynket it is a better syght to beholde a temple rychely adourned, as ther be some with ba­re wolles, fylthy and euyl fauorde, more mete for stables to put horses then churches for Chrysten people.

Me.

Yet we rede that Byshopes in tymes paste were praysede and cō ­mended bycause they solde the ho­ly vesseles of theyr churches, and w t that money helped and releued the [Page] nedy and poure people.

Ogy.

Thay be praysede also now in our tyme, but thay be praysed onely, to folow ther doynge (I suppose) thay may not, nor be any thynge dysposede.

Me.

I interrupte and lett yowr cō ­munycatyon. I loke now for the cō clusyon of y e tale.

Ogy.

Gyffe audy­ence, I wyll make an ende shortly. In the meane seson comyth forthe he that is the cheffe of them all.

Me.

Who is he? the abbot of the place?

Ogy.

He werythe a mytre, he may spend so moche as an abbot, he wā ted nothynge but y e name, and he is called prior for this cause tharche­byshope is takē in the abbotes sted. For in old tyme who so euer was archbyshope of y e dyocese, the same was also a monke.

Me.

In good faythe I wold be content to be na­myde a Camelle, if I myght spende yerely the rentes and reuennes of an abbot.

Ogy.

Me semede he was a [Page] man bothe vertuous and wyse, and not vnlearnede Duns diuinite. He opened the shryne to vs in whiche y e [...]olle body of the holy mā, thay say, dothe rest and remayne.

Me.

Dydste thou see hys bones.

Ogy.

That is not conuenient, nor we cowld not come to it, except we sett vp laders, but a shryne of wod couerede a shryne of gold, when that is drawne vp with cordes, thā apperith treasure and riches inestimable.

Me.

What do I here? the vilest part and worst was golde, all thynges dyd shyne, florishe, and as it were with lyght­nynge appered with precyouse sto­nes and those many and of great m [...]ltitude: some were greater than a gowse egge. Dyuerse of y e monkꝭ stode ther aboute with greate re­uerence, the couer takyn a way, all we kneled downe and worshyped. The pryor w t a whyte rodde showed vs euery stone, addynge therto the [Page] frenche name, the value, & the au­tor of the gyfte, for the cheffe stonys were sent thyther by great prynces.

Me.

He ought to be a man of an excedyng witt & memory.

Ogy.

You gesse well, how beit exercyse & vse helpeth moche, for euyn the same he dothe oftentymes. He brought vs agayne in to the crowdes. Our la­dy hathe ther an habitacyon, but somwhat darke, closed rownde a­boute with double yren gratꝭ.

Me.

What feared the?

Ogy.

Nothinge I trow, except theues. For I saw ne­uer any thing more laden with ri­ches synse I was borne of my mo­ther.

Me.

You show vnto me blinde ryches.

Ogy.

Whē they brought vs candellꝭ we saw a sight passynge y e ryches of any kynge.

Me.

Dothe it excede our lady of walsyngā?

Ogy.

To loke vpō this, is richer, the secret tresure she knoweth her selfe, but this is not [...], but to great [Page] men, or tospecy all frendes. At the last we were brought agayne in to the reueitry, there was taken out a cofer couered with blacke lether, it was sett downe apon the table, it was sett open, by and by euery body kneled downe and worshipyd.

Me.

What was in it?

Ogy.

Certayne tor­ne ragges of lynnen clothe, many hauynge yet remaynynge in them the token of the fylthe of the holy mannes nose. With thes (as they say) saynt Thomas dyd wype a way the swett of hys face or hys neke, y e fylthe of hys nose, or other lyke fyl­thynes with whiche mannes body dothe abownde. Then my compa­nyon Gratian, yet ones agayn, got hym but smalle fauour. Unto hym an Englyshe man and of famyly are acquayntenance and besyde that, a man of no smalle authorite, the Prior ga [...] gentylly one of the lynnē ragges, thynkynge to haue gyuen [Page] a gyfte very acceptable & pleasaunt, But Gratian there with lyttle pleasede and content, not with out an euydent synge of dyspleasure, toke one of them betwene hys fyngers, and dysdaynyngly layd it down a­gayne, made a mocke and a mow at it, after the maner of puppettes, for thys was hys maner, if any thyng lykede hym not, y t he thought worthy to be despysede. Wher at I was bothe ashamed and wonde­rously afrayed. Notwithstondynge the Prior as he is a man not at all dull wytted, dyd dyssemble the mat­ter, & after he had caused vs drinke a cuppe of wyne, gentylly he let vs departe. When we came agayne to London.

Me.

What shuld ye do at London: seynge ye were not farre from the see co [...]t, to seale in to yowr cuntre?

Ogy.

It is true. But that see cost I refused and gladely dyd fle from it, as from a place that is [Page] noted and more euyl spoken of it, for robbyng. stelynge, and vntrue dealynge, then is of dangerouse io­perdy in the see, be that hyll Malea wher many shyppes be drowned & vtterly destroyed for euer. I wyll tell the what I dyd se the last pass [...] ­ge, at me commynge ouer. We were many caryed in a bote frome Calys shore to go to the shyppe. Amongest vs all was a pour yōge mā of Fraū ­ce, and barely appayrelled. Of hym he demau [...]ded halfe a grote. For so moche thay dow take and exacte of euery one for so smalle a way ro­wynge. He allegede pouerty, then for ther pastyme thay searched hym, plucked of hys shoes, and betwene the shoo and the soule, thay fownde x. or .xij. grotes, thay toke thē from hym laughyng at the mater: mock­ynge and scornyng the poer & myse­rable Frenchman.

Me.

What dyd y e fellow than?

Ogy.

What thyng dyd [Page] he? He wept.

Me.

Whether dyd they thys by any authoryte?

Ogy.

Suerly by the same authoryte that thay steyle and pycke straungers males and bowgettes, by the whiche they take a way mennes pursys, it they se tyme and place conuenyent.

Me.

I meruayll that they dare be so bold to doo soch a dede, so many lo­kynge vpon them.

Ogy.

They be so accustomed, that they thynk it well done. Many that were in the shyp lokede owt and sawe it also, in the bote were dyuerse Englyshe mar­chauntes, whiche he grudged agaynst it, but all in vayne. The botemē as it had ben a tryflyng mater reiosed and were glade that they had so ta­ken and handelyd the myserable Frenchman.

Me.

I wold play and sporte with these see theues, & han­ge them vpon the gallowes.

Ogy.

Yet of such both the shores swarme full. Here tell me, I pray the. What [Page] wyll great mē do, whē theues take vpō them to enterpryse soch maste­rys. Therfore, her after I had leuer go fourty myllys aboute, thē to go y t way, thoffe it be moche shorter. Morouer euyn as y e goynge downe to hell, is easy and leyght, but y e cō ­mynge frome thens of greate dyf­fyculty, so to take shyppynge of this syde the see, is not very easy, and the landynge very hard & dangerouse. Ther was at London dyuerse ma­ryners of Antwerpe, with them I purposed to take thesee.

Me.

Hathe that cūtre so holy maryners?

Ogy.

As an ape is euer an ape, I graūte, so is a maryner euer a maryner: yet if thou compare them vnto these, y t lyfe by robbynge, and pyllynge and pollynge, they be angelles.

Me.

I will remembre thy saynge, if at any tyme I be dysposed to go and se Englāde. But come agayne in to y e waye, frome whens I broght the [Page] owt.

Ogy.

Then as we whent to­ward London not farre from Can­terbury, we came in to a great hol­low and strayt way, morouer bow­yng so downe, with hyllys of eyther syde, that a man can not escape, nor it cannot be auoyed, but he must nedes ryde that way. Upō the lefte hand of the way, ther is an almes howse for olde people, frome them runnyth on owt, as sone as they here a horseman commynge, he casteth holy water vpon hym, and anone he offereth hym the ouer le­ther of a shoo bownde abowte with an yerne whope, wherin is a glasse lyke a precyouse stone, they y t kysse it gy [...] a pece of monay.

Me.

In soche a way I had leuer haue an almes howse of olde folkes, then a compa­ny of stronge theues.

Ogy.

Gratian rode vpon my lefte hande nerer the almes howse, he caste holy water vpon hym, he toke it in worthe so so. [Page] When the shoo was proferred hym, he asked what he ment by it, saythe he, it is saynt Thomas shoo. There at he fumed and was very angry, & turned toward me: what (saythe he) meane these bestes, that wold haue vs kysse y e shoes of euery good man? Why doo they not lyke wyse gyue vs to kysse the spottel, & other fylthe & dyrt of the body? I was so­ry for the old mā, & gaue hym a pece of money to cōforthe hym with all.

Me.

In myn opynyō Gratian was noe all to gether angry with owt a good cause. If shoes and slyppers were kept for a tokē of sobre lyuyn­ge, I wold not be moch dyscontent ther w t, but me thynkꝭ it is a shamefull fashyon for shoes, slyppers, and breches to be offered to kysse to any man. If some wold do it by there owne fre wyll, of a certene affectyō of holynes, I thynke they were whorthy of pardon.

Ogy.

It were [Page] better not to thes thynges, if I may say as I thynke, yet owt of thes thynges that cannat forthwith he amended, it is my maner if ther be any goodnes theryn, to take it out, and apply it to the best. In y e mean­seson that contemplacyō and sight delited my mynde, that a good mā is lykened to a shepe, an euyll man to a venemouse best. The serpent after she is dede, cā stynge no more, notwithstondyng with her euyll sa­uour and poyson she infecteth and corruptyth other. The shepe as lōge as she is a lyue norrysheth with her mylke, clothet with her wolle, ma­kyth riche with her lambes, when she is deade she gyueth vs good and profytable lether, and all her body is good meat. Euen so, cruell men, gyuen all to the world, so longe as they lyue be vnprofitable to all mē, when they be deade, what with ryngyng of bellys, and pompyouse [Page] funeralles they greue them that be on lyue, and often tymes vexe ther successours with new exactyones. Good men of the other syde at all assais be profytable to all men, and hurtfull to noo man. As thys holy man, whyle he was yet alyue, by hys good example, hys doctryne, his goodly exhortatyons prouokyd vs to vertuouse lyuynge, he dyd cōfort the cōforthlesse, he helped y e poure, ye and now that he is deade, he is in a maner more profytable. He ha­the buylded thys costly & gorgeouse churche, he hath caused greate au­thoryte thorough out all Englande vnto the ordre and presthode. At y e last, thys pece of the show dothe su­steyne a company of poure people.

Me.

Thys is of my faythe a godely cōtemplacyō, but I maruayll greatly, seyng you ar thus mynded, that ye neuer dyd vysyte saynt Patryc­kes purgatory in Yerlande, of the [Page] whiche the comyn people boost ma­ny wonderouse thynges, whiche se­me to me not lyke to be true.

Ogy.

Of a suerty ther is not so merue­louse talkynge of it here, but the thynge it selffe doth fare excede.

Me.

Hast thou bene ther than, & gonne thorow saynt Patryckes p [...]rgato­ry?

Ogy.

I haue saylede ouer a ry­uer of hell, I went downe vnto the gates of hell, I saw what was dōe ther.

Me.

Thou dost me a greate pleasure, if thou wyll wotsaue to tell me.

Ogy.

Lett this be the prohe­my or begynnynge of owr commu­nycatyon, longe enough as I sup­pose. I wyll gett me home, & cause my souper to be made redy, for I am yet vndynede.

Me.

Why haue you not yet dyned? is it bycause of holynes?

Ogy.

Noo of a truthe, but it is bycause of enuy and euyll will.

Me.

Owe ye euyll wyll to yowr be­ly?

Ogy.

No, but to the couetyse ta­uerners [Page] euer catchynge and snat­chynge the whiche when they wyll not sett afore a man that is mete & conuenyent, yet they are not afear­de to take of straūgers that, whiche is bothe vnright and agaynst good consciens. Of thys fashyō I am a­customed to be auengede vpon thē. If I thynke to fare well at souper other with myne acquayntauns, or with some host somwhat an honest man, at dyner tyme I am sycke in my stomacke, but if I chaunce to fare after myne appetyte at dyner, before souper also I begynne to be well at ease in my stomacke.

Me.

Are ye not ashamede to be taken for a couetouse fellow & a nygerde?

Ogy.

Menedeme they that make co [...]t of shame in soche thynges, be­leue me, bestow theyr money euyll. I haue lerned to kepe my shame for other purposys.

Me.

Now I longe for the rest of yowr communycacy­on, [Page] wherfore loke to haue me yowr geste at souper, where ye shall tell it more conuenyently.

Ogy.

For sothe I thanke you, that ye offere yowr selfe to be my gest vndesyred, when many hertely prayed refuse it, but I wyll gyue yow double thankes, if ye wyll soupe to day at home. For I must passe that tyme in doynge my dewty to my howsehold. But I haue counsell to eyther of vs moche more profytable. To morrow vnto me and my wyfe, prepare our dy­ner at yowr howse, then and if it be to souper tyme, we wyll not leyue of talkynge, vntyll you say that ye are wery, and if ye wyll at souper also we wyll not forsake you. Why [...] claw you your hede? prepare for vs in good fayth we wyll come.

Me.

I had leuer haue no tales at all. Well go to, you shall haue a dyner, but vnsauery, except you spyce it with good & mery t [...]les.

Ogy.

But here [Page] you, are ye not mouyd and styrrede in your mynde, to take vpon yow these pylgremages?

Me.

Perauen­ture it wyll sett me a fyre, after ye haue told me the resydew, as I am now mynded, I haue enough to do with my statyons of Rome.

Ogy.

Of Rome, that dyd neuer see Ro­me? [...]

Me.

I wyll tell you, thus I go my statyons at home, I go in to the parler, and I se vnto the chastly­uynge of my doughters, agayne frome thense I go in to my shope, I beholde what my seruauntes, bothe men and women be doynge. Frome thense into the kytchyn, lo­kynge abowt, if ther nede any of my cownsell, frome thense hyther and thyther obseruynge howe my chylderne be occupyed, what my wyffe dothe, beynge carefull that euery thynge be in ordre, these be statyons of Rome.

Ogy.

But the­se thynges saynt Iames wold dow [Page] for yow.

Mene.

That I shuld [...]e vn­to these thynges holy scriptu­re commaundethe, that I shuld commyt the charge to sayntes I dyd rede yt neuer com­maun­ded.

God saue the kynge

FINIS.

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