womenes affectyones, & I must obaye heres. Me. If that you had not perfourmyd your vowe, what iopertye had you be in? Ogy. I graunt, he could not haue had an accyon ayenst me in ye law, but he myght from hensforthe 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 ma saynt Iames dothe, and howe he farythe. Ogy. Moche colder tha he was wontyd to do. Me. What is the cause of it?  His age? Ogy. Oh you scoffer, yow || A iij.|| 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 nothinge, 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 wotyd to stand all in precyous stones & gold, now stadythe 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. She that hathe her name of a stone.[Our ladi of stone in Raurachia whiche is a certayne cuntre.] Me. I trawe it is in Raurachia. Ogy. That same || 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 apo the aultre, wherof he prechythe to whome it was sent.  And lest there shuld be any suspectyo of crafty couayance in you, you shall se the epistle wryten with 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 argumet? Ogy. I haue redde that Epithaphe [Is a scripture wryten on a graue.] of Bede which was grauyd of the angell:  and the letteres agre in all thynges.  I haue redde also ye obligacyo 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 || A iiij.|| preuy. Me. Oh you shall speake to a stone. Ogy. Ther be stones now a dayes of that name very slawnderous, that wyll hyde nothynge. Me. you shall speake to a domme man, & yow trust nat a stone. Ogy. Apon ye condycyon I wyll tell it, loke that you here with bothe youre eyares. Me. So I doo.

[The epistle of our Lady.]