pardon to it thayre names be wryten there, as thay came
to vysyte it, nat withowt thayre offerynges, and thay
haue || gyuen to it remyssyon, as moche as thay had to
gyue by thayre authorite. _Me._ How moche is that?
_Ogy._ Fowrty dayes. _Mene._ Yee is there dayes in
hell. _Ogy._ Trewly ther is tyme. Ye but whan thay haue
grãtyd all thayre stynte, thay haue no more to grante.
_Ogy._ That is nat so for whan one parte is gone
another dothe encrease, and it chansythe dyuersly euyn
as the tonne of Canaidus. For that althoghe it be
incontynently fyllyd, yet it is alway emptye: and if
thou be takynge owt of it, yet there is neuer the lesse
in the barell. _Me._ If thay grãte to an hunderithe
thowsand mê fowrty dayes of pardone, wuld euery man
haue elyke? _Ogy._ No doubte of that. _Me._ And if any
haue forty byfore dynar, may he axe other forty at
after souper, is there any thynge left than to gyue
him? _Ogy._ Ye, & if thou aske it ten tymes in one
howre. _Me._ I wold || C iiij.|| to God that I had
suche a pardon bagge, I wold aske but .iij. grotes, and
if thay wold flowe so faste. _Ogy._ Ye but you desyre
to be to ryche, if that you myght for wyshynge, but I
wyl turne to my tale, but there was some good holy man
whiche dyd gyue this argumente of holynes to that
mylke, and sayd that our Ladyes mylke whiche is in many
other places, is precyous & to be worshipyd but thys is
moche more precyous, & to be honoryd, bycause the other
was shauen of stones, but this is the same that came
out of the virgynes brest. _Me._ How kno you that?
_Ogy._ The mayd of Cõstantynople, which dyd gyue it,