Ogy. I graunt, he could not haue had an accyon ayenst me in ye law, but he myght from hensforthe be deafe to my vowes, orels pryuyly send some calamytye or wretchednes amongste my housholde, yow know well enuffe the maneres of great men.
Me. Tell me now what that same honest mã saynt Iames dothe, and howe he farythe.
Ogy. Moche colder thã he was wontyd to do.
Me. What is the cause of it? His age?
Ogy. Oh you scoffer, yow know wel enoghe that sayntes wax nat olde. But this new learnynge, whiche runnythe all the world ouer now a dayes, dothe cause hym to be vysytyd moche lesse than he was wontyd to be, for if any doo come thay salute him alonly, but they offre lytle or nothinge, and say that theyr monaye may bettre be disposyd amongste pore people.
Me. O a wykyd comunicacyon.
Ogy. Ye & so great an Apostle whiche was wõtyd to stand all in precyous stones & gold, now stãdythe all of wodde hauynge before hym skaresly a wax candle.
Me. If it be trew that I here, it is great ioperdy lest that same chance to all the rest of the sayntes.
Ogy. I thynk it wel, for ther is an epistle abrode whiche our lady dyd wryte apon the same matter.
Me. What lady?