_Chat._ Comst behynd me, thou withered witch? and I get once on foote Thouse pay for all, thou old tarlether! ile teach the what longs to it! Take the this to make up thy mouth, til time thou come by more! _Hodge._ Up, Gammer, stande on your feete; where is the olde hore? 50 Faith, woulde chad her by the face, choulde cracke her callet crowne! _Gammer._ A Hodg, Hodg, where was thy help, when fixen had me downe? _Hodge._ By the masse, Gammer, but for my staffe Chat had gone nye to spyl you! Ich think the harlot had not cared, and chad not com, to kill you. But shall we loose our neele thus? _Gammer._ No Hodge chwarde[705] lothe doo soo, 55 Thinkest thou chill take that at her hand? no, Hodg, ich tell the no! _Hodge._ Chold yet this fray wer wel take up, and our neele at home. Twill be my chaunce else some to kil, wher ever it be or whome! _Gammer._ We have a parson, Hodge, thou knoes, a man estemed wise, Mast Doctor Rat; chil for hym send, and let me here his advise. 60 He will her shrive for all this gere, and geve her penaunce strait; Wese[706] have our neele, els Dame Chat comes nere within heaven gate. _Hodge._ Ye, mary, Gammer, that ich think best; wyll you now for him send? The sooner Doctor Rat be here, the soner wese ha an ende, And here, Gammer! Dyccons devill, as iche remember well, 65 Of cat, and Chat, and Doctor Rat, a felloneus tale dyd tell. Chold you forty pound, that is the way your neele to get againe. _Gammer._ Chil ha him strait! Call out the boy, wese make him take the payn. _Hodge._ What, Co[c]ke, I saye! come out! What devill! canst not here? _Cocke._ How now, Hodg? how does Gammer, is yet the wether cleare? 70 What wold chave[707] me to do? _Gammer._ Come hether, Cocke, anon! Hence swythe[708] to Doctor Rat, hye the that thou were gone, And pray hym come speke with me, cham not well at ease. Shalt have him at his chamber, or els at Mother Bees; Els seeke him at Hob Fylchers shop, for as charde it reported, 75 There is the best ale in al the towne, and now is most resorted. _Cocke._ And shall ich brynge hym with me, Gammer? _Gammer._ Yea, by and by, good Cocke. _Cocke._ Shalt see that shal be here anone, els let me have on the docke.[709] _Hodge._ Now, Gammer, shall we two go in, and tary for hys commynge? What devill, woman! plucke up your hart, and leve of al this glomming.[710] 80 Though she were stronger at the first, as ich thinke ye did find her, Yet there ye drest the dronken sow, what time ye cam behind her. _Gammer._ Nay, nay, cham sure she lost not all, for, set thend to the beginning, And ich doubt not but she will make small bost of her winning.