_Chat._ Mary, fy on thee, thou old gyb, with al my very hart! _Gammer._ Nay, fy on thee, thou rampe, thou ryg, with al that take thy parte! _Chat._ A vengeance on those lips that laieth such things to my charge! _Gammer._ A vengeance on those callats hips, whose conscience is so large! 20 _Chat._ Come out, hogge! _Gammer._ Come out, hogge, and let have me right! _Chat._ Thou arrant witche! _Gammer._ Thou bawdie bitche, chil make thee cursse this night! _Chat._ A bag and a wallet! _Gammer._ A carte for a callet! _Chat._ Why, wenest thou thus to prevaile? I hold thee a grote, I shall patche thy coate! C iii _Gammer._ Thou warte as good kysse my tayle! Thou slut, thou kut, thou rakes, thou jakes! will not shame make the hide [the]? 25 _Chat._ Thou skald, thou bald, thou rotten, thou glotton! I will no longer chyd the, But I will teache the to kepe home. _Gammer._ Wylt thou, drunken beaste? _Hodge._ Sticke to her, Gammer! take her by the head, chil warrant you thys feast! Smyte, I saye, Gammer! Byte, I say, Gammer! I trow ye wyll be keene! Where be your nayls? claw her by the jawes, pull me out bothe her eyen. 30 Gogs bones, Gammer, holde up your head! _Chat._ I trow, drab, I shall dresse thee. Tary, thou knave, I hold the a grote I shall make these hands blesse thee! Take thou this, old hore, for amends, and lerne thy tonge well to tame, And say thou met at this bickering, not thy fellow but thy dame! _Hodge._ Where is the strong stued hore? chil geare a hores marke! 35 Stand out ones way, that ich kyll none in the darke! Up, Gammer, and ye be alyve! chil feygh[t] now for us bothe. Come no nere me, thou scalde callet! to kyll the ich wer loth. _Chat._ Art here agayne, thou hoddy peke? what, Doll! bryng me out my spitte. _Hodge._ Chill broche thee wyth this, bim father soule, chyll conjure that foule sprete! 40 Let dore stand, Cock! why coms, in deede? kepe dore, thou horson boy! _Chat._ Stand to it, thou dastard, for thine eares, ise teche the, a sluttish toye! _Hodge._ Gogs woundes, hore, chil make the avaunte! take heede, Cocke, pull in the latche! _Chat._ Ifaith, sir Loose-breche, had ye taried, ye shold have found your match! _Gammer._ Now ware thy throte, losell, thouse paye[704] for al! _Hodge._ Well said, Gammer, by my soule. 45 Hoyse her, souse her, bounce her, trounce her, pull out her throte boule!