The iii Acte. The iiii Sceane. TYB. HODGE. GAMMER. COCKE. _Tyb._ Se, Gammer, Gammer, Gib, our cat, cham afraid what she ayleth; She standes me gasping behind the doore, as though her winde her faileth: Now let ich doubt what Gib shuld mean, that now she doth so dote. _Hodge._ Hold hether! I chould twenty pound, your neele is in her throte. Grope her, ich say, me thinkes ich feele it; does not pricke your hand? 5 _Gammer._ Ich can feele nothing. _Hodge._ No, ich know thars not within this land A muryner cat then Gyb is, betwixt the Tems and Tyne; Shase as much wyt in her head almost as chave in mine! _Tyb._ Faith, shase eaten some thing, that will not easily downe; Whether she gat it at home, or abrode in the towne 10 Ich can not tell. _Gammer._ Alas ich feare it be some croked pyn! And then farewell Gyb! she is undone, and lost al save the skyn! _Hodge._ Tys[711] your neele, woman, I say! Gogs soule! geve me a knyfe, And chil have it out[712] of her mawe, or els chal lose my lyfe! _Gammer._ What! nay, Hodg, fy! Kil not our cat, tis al the cats we ha now. 15 _Hodge._ By the masse, Dame Chat hays me so moved,[713] iche care not what I kyll, ma[714] God a vowe! Go to, then, Tyb, to this geare! holde up har tayle and take her! Chil see what devil is in her guts! chil take the paines to rake her! _Gammer._ Rake a cat, Hodge! what woldst thou do? _Hodge._ What, thinckst that cham not able? Did not Tom Tankard rake his curtal toore[715] day standing in the stable? 20 _Gammer._ Soft! be content, lets here what newes Cocke bringeth from Maist Rat. _Cocke._ Gammer, chave ben ther as you bad, you wot wel about what. Twill not be long before he come, ich durst sweare of a booke. He byds you see ye be at home, and there for him to looke. _Gammer._ Where didst thou find him, boy? was he not wher I told thee? 25 _Cocke._ Yes, yes, even at Hob Filchers house, by him that bought and solde me! A cup of ale had in his hand, and a crab lay in the fyer; Chad much a do to go and come, al was so ful of myer. And, Gammer, one thing I can tel, Hob Filchers naule was loste, And Doctor Rat found it againe, hard beside the doore poste. 30 I chould a penny can say something your neele againe to set. _Gammer._ Cham glad to heare so much, Cocke, then trust he wil not let To helpe us herein best he can; therfore tyl time he come Let us go in; if there be ought to get thou shall have some.