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what a cankerd mynde this heretyque hath / there can I trow no man dowte that hereth what folysh gaudes he deuyseth vppon it of his own frantyque hed. For yf euer there were any such folysh fantasye spoken there / yt was by hym selfe & one or twoo wretched felows of his owne secte, syttynge and blasphemynge god vppon theyr ale benche.

But now shall ye yet more playnely se, to what poynt he goth aboute to brynge you.

Chapter 49 of 95