_Me._ Was ther no more kyssynge the? _Ogy._ No,
but an other affection and desyre came apo me. _Me._
What was that? _Ogy._ I syghed that I had no suche
relyques at home. _Me._ Oh a wycked desyre & an euyl
thought _Ogy._ I graunt, and therefore I axyd,
forgyfnes of saynt Thomas before I remouyd one fote, to
departe out of the church. After || thes thus we were
brought in to ye reuestry, o good lorde what a goodly
syght was ther of vestmetes of veluet & clothe of
golde, what a some of candlestykes of gold? We sawe
ther saynt Thomas crosse staffe, ther was see also a
rede ouerlayed with syluer, it was but of a smalle
wyght, vnwrought, nor no longer then wold retch vnto a
mans mydgle. _Me._ Was ther no crosse? _Ogy._ I sawe
none at all, ther was shewed vs a robe of sylke treuly,
but sowed with cowrse threde, garnysshyd with nother
gold nor stone. Ther was also a napkyn full of swette
blody, wher with saynt Thomas wypyd bothe hys nose and
hys face, these thynges as monumetes of auncyent
sobernes we kyssed gladely. _Me._ Be not these thynges
showed to euery body? _Ogy._ No for sothe good syr.
_Me._ How happened it that you were in so good
credens, that no || secret thynges were hyd frome you?
_Ogy._ I was well acquyntede with the reuerende father
Gwylyame warham the archbyshope. He wrote .ij. or .iij.
wordes in my fauour. _Me._ I here of many that he is a
ma of syngler humanite.
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