fruytion of the godhode thorowe the faythe that was
|| spoken of at the begynnynge to the
whiche the lorde Iesus Chri-
ste brynge vs all with a
perfaycte quyetnes,
So be it.
+

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|| A.||

A pylgremage, for pure deuocyõ.

_Menedemus._ [*Signifieth to forsake.] What new thynge
ys it, that I se? doo I nat see _Ogygyus_ my neybur,
whom no mã could espie of all thes sex monthes before?
yt was a sayng that he was deed, It is euen he, except
that I be ferre deceyuyd. I wyll go to hym, & byd hym
good morow. Good morow Ogygyus.[*was faynyd of an old
kynge of Thebanes.] Good morow to you Menedemus.
_Mene._ I pray you frome what contray do you come to vs
ayen so saffe. For here was a great comunicacyõ that
you dyd sayle streght to hell. _Ogy._ No, thankyd be
god, I haue faryd as well syns I went hens, as euer I
dyd in all my lyffe. _Me._ Well, a man may well
perceyue that all soche rumours be but vanytye. But I
pray you what araye is this that you be in, me thynke
that you be clothyd with cokle schelles, and be || ladê
on euery syde with bruches of lead and tynne. And you