gotte halffe of that holy mylke, but whan he had ||
it, he thoghte that he was richer than Croeseus. _Me._
Why nat, but was it nat withowt any goodhope? _Ogy._ He
went thã streght home, but in hys iornay he fell seke.
_Me._ Iesu there is nothynge in thys worlde that is
other permanent, or alwayes in good state. _Ogy._ But
whan he sawe & perceyuyd that he was in greate ioperdye
of his lyffe, he callyd to him a frenchman, whiche was
a very trusty companyon to hym in hys iornay. And
commaundyd all to auoyd the place, and make sylence, &
pryuyly dyd betake to hym thys mylke, apon this
condycyõ, that if it chãcyd to come home saffe & sownde
he wuld offre that precyous tresure to our ladyes
aultre in Paryse, whiche standythe in the myddys of the
ryuere Sequana, whiche dothe apere to separat hymselffe
to honor and obaye our blessyd lady. But to make short
tale. Wylyam is deade, & || C iij.|| buryed, the
Frenchman mayd hym redy to departe apon hys iornay,
& sodêly fell seke also. And he in great dyspayre of
amendynge, dyd commyth ye mylke to an Englishmã, but
nat withowt great instance, and moche prayer he dyd
that whiche he was mouyd to doo. Than dyed he. And ye
other dyd take the mylke, and put it apon an aultre of
ye same place the Chanones beynge present, whiche were
yt as we call Regulares. Thay be yet in the abbaye of
saynt Genofeffe. But ye Englishmã obtaynyd the halffe
of that mylke, & caryed it to Walsyngã in England, the
holy ghost put suche in hys mynde. _Me._ By my trothe
this is a godly tale. _Ogy._ But lest there shuld be
any doubte of this mater, ye Byshopes whiche dyd grante