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 communicatyõ 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 suspiciõ, 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 hãgyd so hye that very fewe could rede it. My eyes be of that fashion, that I can nother be callyd
Linceus ys a beaste so quike eyed yt it wyll see thorow any wall