_Gammer._ But, Hodge, had he no horns to push? _Hodge._ As long as your two arms. Saw ye never Friar Rush Painted on a cloth, with a side-long cow's tail, And crooked cloven feet, and many a hooked nail? For all the world, if I should judge, chould reckon him his brother. Look, even what face Friar Rush had, the devil had such another. _Gammer._ Now, Jesus mercy, Hodge! did Diccon in him bring? _Hodge._ Nay, gammer, hear me speak, chill tell you a greater thing. The devil (when Diccon had him, ich heard him wondrous well) Said plainly here before us, that dame Chat had your nee'le. _Gammer._ Then let us go, and ask her wherefore she minds to keep it; Seeing we know so much, 'twere a madness now to slip it. _Hodge._ Go to her, gammer; see ye not where she stands in her doors? Bid her give you the nee'le, 'tis none of hers but yours. THE THIRD ACT. THE THIRD SCENE. GAMMER, CHAT, HODGE. _Gammer._ Dame Chat, ch'ould pray thee fair, let me have that is mine! Chill not these twenty years take one fart that is thine; Therefore give me mine own, and let me live beside thee. _Chat._ Why art thou crept from home hither, to mine own doors to chide me? Hence, doating drab, avaunt, or I shall set thee further! Intends thou and that knave me in my house to murther? _Gammer._ Tush, gape not so on me, woman! shalt not yet eat me, Nor all the friends thou hast in this shall not entreat me! Mine own goods I will have, and ask thee no by leave: What, woman! poor folks must have right, though the thing you aggrieve. _Chat._ Give thee thy right, and hang thee up, with all thy beggar's brood! What, wilt thou make me a thief, and say I stole thy good? _Gammer._ Chill say nothing, ich warrant thee, but that ich can prove it well. Thou set my good even from my door, cham able this to tell! _Chat._ Did I, old witch, steal aught was thine? how should that thing be known? _Gammer._ Ich cannot tell; but up thou tookest it as though it had been thine own. _Chat._ Marry, fie on thee, thou old gib, with all my very heart! _Gammer._ Nay, fie on thee, thou ramp, thou rig, with all that take thy part! _Chat._ A vengeance on those lips that layeth such things to my charge! _Gammer._ A vengeance on those callet's hips, whose conscience is so large! _Chat._ Come out, hog! _Gammer._ Come out, hog, and let have me right! _Chat._ Thou arrant witch! _Gammer._ Thou bawdy bitch, chill make thee curse this night! _Chat._ A bag and a wallet! _Gammer._ A cart for a callet! _Chat._ Why, weenest thou thus to prevail? I hold thee a groat, I shall patch thy coat! _Gammer._ Thou wert as good kiss my tail! Thou slut, thou cut, thou rakes, thou jakes! will not shame make thee hide thee?