there is a certayne wykyt with a barre that openythe the dore apon the northe syde.  There standythe forthe a certayne aultre whiche is dedycate to our lady, it is but a lytle one, and I suppose set there for no other purpose, but to be a olde monumet or sygne, that in thos dayes there was no greate superfluyte.  There thay saye that thys blessyd martyr sayd his last good nyght to our lady, wha he shuld departe hensse.  In ye aultre is the poynte of the sword that styryd abowt the braynes of thys blessyd martyr.  And there lye his braynes shed apon the yerthe, whereby you may well knowe yt he was nere deade.  But the holly ruste of thys grat I deuoutly kyssed for loue of ye || D v.|| blessyd martyr.  From thens we wet vndre the crowdes, whiche is nat withowt hys chaplaynes, & there we sawe the brayne panne of that holy martyr whiche was thraste quyte thorow, all the other was coueryd with syluer, the ouerparte of the brayne panne was bare to be kyssyd, and there with all is seth forthe a certayn leden table hauynge grauyd in hym a tytle of saynte Thomas of Acrese.  There hange also the sherte of heyre, & hys gyrdle with hys heren breches where with that noble champyo chastnyd hys body, thay be horryble to loke apon, and greatly reproue oure delycate gorgeousnes. Me. Ye peraueture so thay do the mokes slotefulnes. Ogy. As for that mater I canat affyrme nor yet denye, nor yet it is no poynte of my charge. Me. Ye saye truthe. Ogy. Frome thens we returnyd in to the quere, & apon || ye northe syde be ye relyques shewyd, a wonderouse thynge to se, what a sort of bones be broght forthe, skulles, iawes, thethe, handes, fyngres, hole armes, wha we had worshipyd thaym all, we kyssyd thaym, that I thoght we shuld neuer haue mayd an ende, but that my pylgremage felow whiche was an vnmete companyon for suche a busynes, prayd thaym to make an end of sethynge forthe thayre relyques. Me. What felowe was that? Ogy. He was an Englyshma callyd Gratiane colte a man bothe vertuouse and well learnyd, but he had lesse affectyon toward pylgremages than I wold that he shuld haue. Me. One of Wyclyffes scoleres I warrante you? Ogy. I thynke nat, althoghe he had redde hys bokes, how he came by thaym I cannat tell. Me. He dysplesyd mayster Sexte greuosly. Ogy. Tha was there broght forthe || an arme whiche had yet the redde fleshe apon it, he abhorryd to kysse it, a man myght se by hys countenance that he was nothynge well pleasyd, & than by and by mayster Sexten put vp hys relyques.  But than we lokyd apo the table whiche was apo the aultre, and all hys gorgeousnes, aftrewarde thos thyngs that were hydde vnder the aultre. ther was nothynge but riches excedynge, a man wold accompte both Midas and Cresus beggers in respecte of thos riches that ther was sett abrode. Me. Was ther no more kyssynge the? Ogy. No, but an other affection and desyre came apo me. Me. What was that? Ogy. I syghed that