This done I kyssyd the aultre, and layd downe certayne
grotes for myne offerynge and went my waye. _Me._ What
dyde our lady now, dyd nat she make one sygne, that you
myght know that she had hard youre prayeres. _Ogy._ The
lyght (as I told you before) was but litle, and she
stode at the ryght ende of the aultre in the derke
corner, at the last the communicatyo of the fyrst
Sexten had so discoregyd me, that I durst not ones loke
vpe with myne eyes. _Me._ This pylgremage came but to
smale effecte. _Ogy.._ Yes, it had a very good & mery
ende. _Me._ You haue causyd me to take harte of grasse,
for (as Homere || saythe) my harte was almost in my
hose. _Ogy._ Whan dynar was done, we returnyd to ye
temple. _Me._ Durste you goo & be susspecte of felonye?
_Ogy._ Perauenture so, but I had nat my selffe in
suspicio, a gyltles mynde puttythe away feare. I was
very desyrous to see that table whiche the holy Sexten
dyd open to vs. At the last we fownde it, but it was
hagyd so hye that very fewe could rede it. My eyes be
of that fashion, that I can nother be callyd *Linceus,
[*Linceus ys a beaste so quike eyed that it wyll see
thorow any wall] nother purre blynd. And therefore I
instantly desyryd Alldryge to rede it, whose redynge I
folowyd with myne owne eyes, because I wold skarsly
truste hym in suche a mater. _Me._ Well, now all
doubtes be discussyd.
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