is lytle light, but of ye taperes, with a fragrant smell. Me. All these be mete for religyon. Ogy. Ye Menedemus if you loke within you || wyll say that it is a seate mete for sayntes, all thynges be so bright in gold, syluer, and precyous stones. Me. You almost moue me to go thyther also. Ogy. It shalnat 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 Katere, owr lady was nat beried. Me. I graut I sayd amysse, but tell on your tale. Ogy. So moche more as thay persayue youre deuocyo, so moche larger reliques wyl thay shew to you. Me. Ye and peradueture that thay may haue larger offerynges, as is sayd that, many lytle offerynges makythe a heuy boxe. Ogygy. Her chaplens be alway at hand. Me. Be thay of ye Chanones? Ogy. No, thay be nat permyttyd to be with her, lest that peraduenture by occasyon of that religyon, thay shuld be plukkyd || B ij.|| frome thayr owne religyo, and whylst thay kepe that virgyne, thay regard very lytle thayr awne virgynyte, alonly in that inner chapell whiche is our ladyes preuy chabre, ther standithe a certayne Chano at the autre. Me. For what purpose? Ogy. To receyue and kepe, that 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 thay wold nat doo peraueture if that he were absent, that standithe there. Me. You tell me of mannes affectiones, whiche I my selffe prouyd very ofte. Ogy. Ye trewly there be some so gyue to our blessyd lady, that whan thay apere to put vpe thayr handes to offre, with a pure cousyance, thay stayl that whiche other men hathe gyuen. Me. Than || 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 ye churche walles therfore. Mene. I am in a great doubt whether I shuld, rather maruayle apon thayre wykyd boldnes, or Goddys great getlenes and longe sufferynge. Ogy. Apo 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 || B iij.|| ther was ones a knyght whiche fleeynge hys enemye, than aprochynge, dyd ride thorow ye wykyte, and than the wretche dispayrynge in hym selffe, apon a soden motion, dyd commend hymselffe to ye blessyd virgyne,