knowê vs, and whã we came a litle further in, we sawe
another, that lokyd moch after suche a fashion, at the
last came the thyrd. _Me._ Perauenture thay desyryd to
descrybe you. _Ogy._ But I suspecte another mater.
_Mene._ What was it? _Ogygy._ There was a certayne
theffe that had stole almost all owr ladyes frontlet,
and I supposyd that they had me in suspycyon thereof.
And therfore whan I was within the chapell I mayd my
prayers to our lady after thys fashiõ. Oh cheffe of all
women Mary the mayd, most happy mother, moste pure
virgyne, we vnclene, and synners, doo vysyte the pure &
holy, and after our abylytye we haue offeryd vnto the,
we pray thy that thy || C.|| sone may grante this to
vs, that we may folow thy holy lyffe, and that we may
deserue thorow the grace of the holy ghoste,
spirytually to cõceyue the lord Iesus Christ, & after
that conceptyon neuer to be separat from hym, Amen.
This done I kyssyd the aultre, and layd downe certayne
grotes for myne offerynge and went my waye. _Me._ What
dyde our lady now, dyd nat she make one sygne, that you
myght know that she had hard youre prayeres. _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