_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.
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