with hym.  I || 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 aue 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 a gowne and that is all beeyten with mysse.  My yerly rentes be now so smalle that I am skarsly able to fynde my pore quere kepar to light a wax cadle 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 reuege his wronge.  If you cast saynt Petre forthe of the churche, he may serue || you of the same sauce, and shite vp heuyngates ayenst you. ye saynt Paule hathe his sworde.  Barthylmew is nat withowt 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 with 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 or els thou shalt let vs bothe be, except that you wold haue a temple withowt a Christe.  These be the thynges that I wold || yow shall know ymagyne you therfore what shal be 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 fro hesforthe. Ogy. Ye & if he be wyse. Me. Wherfore dyd nat that good saynt Iames wryte to that 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 take frome them. Me. I pray you, what god dyd send you into Englod? Ogy. I saw the wynd maruelouse prosperouse thyderward, and I had almoste promysyd this to that blessyd lady of Walsynga that I wold seke || her within .ij. yere, Me. What wold you axe of her. Ogy. No new thyngs 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 a loge and mery liffe, and wha 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 tha at Walsyngame. Ogy. I denye nat but it may be so, but in dyuers