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But go to, and tell on as you begane. _Ogy._ After thys
to come to owre purpose, the Supprioure shewyed 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,
reioycynge of so maruelous ryches, as was abowt our
lady, than saythe the Sexte 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 || D ij.|| 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 toke gyuen
to me froe our lady. _Me._ Haue you nat it prouyd, what
valewre your woden relyque is on? _Ogy._ Yis, that I
haue, in a certayne Inne within thys thre dayes, ther I
fownde a certayne man that 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 dronke dropsye, sleape ys wontyd to
be a good medicyne for ye dysease. || _Ogy._ Wha you be
dysposyd to skoffe Menedemus, yt ys best that you gette
a nother maner of gestynge stokke than thys, for I tell
you it is nother good nor holsome, to bowrde so with
sayntes. For thys same ma dyd say, that a woman dyd
apere to hym, in hys sleape, after a maruelouse
fashion, which shold gyue hym a cuppe to drynke apon.
_Mene._ I suppose it was *Elleboru. [*Elleborum wyll
restore a man to hys senses that hathe lost the.]
_Ogy._ That is vncertayne, but I kno well ye ma 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, that
buttythe apon Frauce and Flanders, the cheffe cytye
there of ys Cantorburye, in yt there be ij. || D iij.||
Abbayes, bothe of thaym be of Saynte Benedycts ordre,
but that which ys callyd Saynte Augustyns dothe apere
to be the oldre, that whiche ys callyd now Saynte
Thomas dothe apere to haue be the Arch