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? _Ogy._ Yis, that I
haue, in a certayne Inne within thys thre dayes, ther I
fownde a certayne man that was bestraght of hys wytte,
whiche shuld haue be bownde, but thys woden relyque was
put vnder hys nekke pryuyly, wherapon he gad a sadde
and sownd sleape, but in the mornynge he was hole and
sownde as euer he was before. _Me._ It was nat the
phrenysy, but the dronkê dropsye, sleape ys wontyd to
be a good medicyne for ye dysease. || _Ogy._ Whã you be
dysposyd to skoffe Menedemus, yt ys best that you gette
a nother maner of gestynge stokke than thys, for I tell
you it is nother good nor holsome, to bowrde so with
sayntes. For thys same mã dyd say, that a woman dyd
apere to hym, in hys sleape, after a maruelouse
fashion, which shold gyue hym a cuppe to drynke apon.
_Mene._ I suppose it was *Elleborû. [*Elleborum wyll
restore a man to hys senses that hathe lost thê.]
_Ogy._ That is vncertayne, but I kno well ye mã was
well broght into hys mynde ayen. _Me._ Dyd you other
come or goo by Sante Thomas of Cantorbury that good
archebishope. _Ogy._ What els/there ys no pylgremage
more holy. _Me._ I wold fayne here of yt, and I shold
nat trouble you. _Ogy._ I pray you here, & take good
hedd. Kente ys callyd that parte of England, that
buttythe apon Fraûce and Flanders, the cheffe cytye