_Ogy._ Of a
suerty ther is not so meruelouse talkynge of it here,
but the thynge it selffe doth fare excede. _Me._ Hast
thou bene ther than, & gonne thorow saynt Patryckes
purgatory? _Ogy._ I haue saylede ouer a ryuer ot hell,
I went downe vnto the gates of hell, I saw what was doe
ther. _Me._ Thou dost me a greate pleasure, if thou
wyll wotsaue to tell me. _Ogy._ Lett this be the
prohemy or begynnynge of owr communycatyon, longe
enough as I suppose. I wyll gett me home, & cause my
souper to be made redy, for I am yet vndynede. _Me._
Why haue you not yet dyned? is it bycause of holynes?
_Ogy._ Noo of a truthe, but it is bycause of enuy and
euyll will. _Me._ Owe ye euyll wyll to yowr bely? _Ogy._
No, but to the couetyse || tauerners euer catchynge and
snatchynge the whiche when they wyll not sett afore a
man that is mete & conuenyent, yet they are not afearde
to take of straugers that, whiche is bothe vnright and
agaynst good consciens. Of thys fashyo I am acustomed
to be auengede vpon the. If I thynke to fare well at
souper other with myne acquayntauns, or with some host
som what an honest man, at dyner tyme I am sycke in my
stomacke, but if I chaunce to fare after myne appetyte
at dyner, before souper also I begynne to be well at
ease in my stomacke. _Me._ Wre ye not ashamede to be
taken for a couetouse fellow & a nygerde? _Ogy.
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