_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, whiche was than at
hand.
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