Ogy. I shall paynte it before youre eyes, if the bysshope of Rome doo shot hys thonderbowlt amõgst all monkes, thay wyll than be chanones, & nat monkes, but and if he wold suffre all monkes to take wyues, thã wyll they be monkes,
Me. O new partakeres, I wold to god they wold take away my wyffe.
Ogy. But to come to our purpose, the college hathe skarsly any other
Rêttes.
emolumêtes but of the liberalite of our lady. For the great offeryngs be kepyd stylle, but if ther be any litle some of monaye offerid that goith to the comens of the company, & the mayster whome thay call pryoure.
Me. Be thay of a vertuous lyffe?
Ogy. Nat to be dispraysyd, thay be more vertuous thã ryche of thayr yerely renttes. The temple ys goodly & goregious, but oure Lady dwellythe nat in it, but yt was purchasyd for the honor of her sone. She hathe her owne temple, that she may be of the ryght hand of her sone.
Me. Apon the right hãd. Whiche way dothe her sonne loke than?