Ogy. Bycause she hathe ouercome, trode vnderfote, abolyshyd all maner of vnclennes, poysõ, pryde, couytousnes, and all wordly affectyones that raygne in man.
Me. Woo be to vs, that hathe so many todes in owre hartes.
Ogygy. We shal be purgyd frome thaym all, if we dylygêtly worshipe owre lady.
Me. How wold she be worshipyd.
Ogy. The most acceptable honor, that thou canste doo to her is to folowe her lyuynge.
Me. You haue told all at ones. But this is hard to brynge to pass.
Ogy. You saye truthe, but it is an excellente thynge.
Me. But go to, and tell on as you begane.
Ogy. After thys to come to owre purpose, the Supprioure shewyed to me ymages of gold and syluer, and sayd, thes be pure gold, and thes be syluer and gyltyd, he told the pryce of euery one of thaym, and the patrone. Whan I wonderyd, reioycynge of so maruelous ryches, as was abowt our lady, than saythe the Sextê bycause I percayue, that you be so vertuously affecte, I suppose it greate wronge, to hyde any thynge frome you, but now you shall see the pryuytyes of our lady, and than he pullyd owt of the aultre a whole world of maruayles, if I shuld tell you of all, a whole daye wold nat suffyse, & so thys pylgremage chansyd to me most happy. I was fyllyd euyn full withe goodly syghts, and I brynge also with me this wonderous relyque, whiche was a tokê gyuen to me frõe our lady.
Me. Haue you nat it prouyd, what valewre your woden relyque is on?