_Doctor Rat._ My part is the worst; but since you all hereon agree, Go even to, Master Baily! let it be so for me! _Baily._ How say'st thou, Diccon? art content this shall on me depend? _Diccon._ Go to, Mast Baily, say on your mind, I know ye are my friend. _Baily._ Then mark ye well: To recompense this thy former action-- Because thou hast offended all, to make them satisfaction-- Before their faces here kneel down, and as I shall thee teach-- For thou shalt take an oath of Hodge's leather breech: First, for Master Doctor, upon pain of his curse, Where he will pay for all, thou never draw thy purse; And when ye meet at one pot he shall have the first pull, And thou shalt never offer him the cup but it be full. To goodwife that thou shalt be sworn, even on the same wise, If she refuse thy money once, never to offer it twice. Thou shalt be bound by the same, here as thou dost take it, When thou may'st drink of free cost, thou never forsake it. For Gammer Gurton's sake, again sworn shalt thou be, To help her to her needle again if it do lie in thee; And likewise be bound, by the virtue of that, To be of good a-bearing to Gib her great cat. Last of all, for Hodge the oath to scan, Thou shalt never take him for fine gentleman. _Hodge._ Come on, fellow Diccon, chall be even with thee now! _Baily._ Thou wilt not stick to do this, Diccon, I trow? _Diccon._ No, by my father's skin, my hand down I lay it! Look, as I have promised, I will not denay it. But, Hodge, take good heed now, thou do not beshit me! [_And give him a good blow on the buttock._ _Hodge._ Gog's heart! thou false villain, dost thou bite me? _Baily._ What, Hodge, doth he hurt thee ere ever he begin? _Hodge._ He thrust me into the buttock with a bodkin or a pin. [_He discovers the needle._ I say, gammer! gammer! _Gammer._ How now, Hodge, how now? _Hodge._ God's malt, gammer Gurton! _Gammer._ Thou art mad, ich trow! _Hodge._ Will you see the devil, gammer? _Gammer._ The devil, son! God bless us! _Hodge._ Chould, [if] ich were hanged, gammer-- _Gammer._ Marry, see, ye might dress us-- _Hodge._ Chave it, by the mass, gammer! _Gammer._ What, not my nee'le, Hodge? _Hodge._ Your nee'le, gammer! your nee'le! _Gammer._ No, fie, dost but dodge! _Hodge._ Ch' a found your nee'le, gammer, here in my hand be it! _Gammer._ For all the loves on earth, Hodge, let me see it! _Hodge._ Soft, gammer! _Gammer._ Good Hodge! _Hodge._ Soft, ich say; tarry a while! _Gammer._ Nay, sweet Hodge, say truth, and not me beguile! _Hodge._ Cham sure on it, ich warrant you; it goes no more astray. _Gammer._ Hodge, when I speak so fair, wilt still say me nay?