_Me._ I
interrupte and lett yowr comunycatyon. I loke now for
the coclusyon of ye tale. _Ogy._ Gyffe audyence, I wyll
make an ende shortly. In the meane seson comyth forthe
he that is the cheffe of them all. _Me._ Who is he? the
abbot of the place? _Ogy._ He werythe a mytre, he may
spend so moche as an abbot, he wated nothynge but ye
name, and he is called prior for this cause
tharchebyshope is take in the abbotes sted. For in old
tyme who so euer was archbyshope of ye dyocese, the
same was also a monke. _Me._ In good faythe I wold be
content to be namyde a Camelle, if I myght spende
yerely the rentes and reuennes of an abbot. _Ogy._ Me
semede he was a || man bothe vertuous and wyse, and not
vnlearnede Duns diuinite. He opened the shryne to vs in
whiche ye holle body of the holy ma, thay say, dothe
rest and remayne. _Me._ Dydste thou see hys bones.
_Ogy._ That is not conuenient, nor we cowld not come to
it, except we sett vp laders, but a shryne of wod
couerede a shryne of gold, when that is drawne vp with
cordes, tha apperith treasure and riches inestimable.
_Me._ What do I here? the vilest part and worst was
golde, all thynges dyd shyne, florishe, and as it were
with lyghtnynge appered with precyouse stones and those
many and of great multitude: some were greater than a
gowse egge. Dyuerse of ye monks stode ther aboute with
greate reuerence, the couer takyn a way, all we kneled
downe and worshyped.
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