_Hodge._ He thrust me into the buttocke with a bodkin or a pin! 295 I saie, Gammer! Gammer! _Gammer._ How now Hodge, how now? _Hodge._ Gods malt, Gammer Gurton! _Gammer._ Thou art mad, ich trow! _Hodge._ Will you see the devil, Gammer? _Gammer._ The devil, sonne! God blesse us! _Hodge._ Chould iche were hanged, Gammer-- _Gammer._ Mary, se, ye might dresse us-- _Hodge._ Chave it, by the masse, Gammer! _Gammer._ What? not my neele, Hodge? 300 _Hodge._ Your neele, Gammer! your neele! _Gammer._ No, fie, dost but dodge! _Hodge._ Cha found your neele, Gammer, here in my hand be it! _Gammer._ For al the loves on earth, Hodge, let me see it! _Hodge._ Soft, Gammer! _Gammer._ Good Hodge! _Hodge._ Soft, ich say; tarie a while! _Gammer._ Nay, sweete Hodge, say truth, and do not me begile! 305 _Hodge._ Cham sure on it, ich warrant you; it goes no more a stray. _Gammer._ Hodge, when I speake so faire; wilt stil say me nay? _Hodge._ Go neare the light, Gammer, this--wel, in faith, good lucke!-- Chwas almost undone, twas so far in my buttocke! Eiv _Gammer._ Tis min owne deare neele, Hodge, sykerly I wot! 310 _Hodge._ Cham I not a good sonne, Gammer, cham I not? _Gammer._ Christs blessing light on thee, hast made me for ever! _Hodge._ Ich knew that ich must finde it, els choud a had it never! _Chat._ By my troth, gossyp Gurton, I am even as glad As though I mine owne selfe as good a turne had! 315 _Bayly._ And I, by my concience, to see it so come forth, Rejoyce so much at it as three nedles be worth. _D. Rat._ I am no whit sory to see you so rejoyce. _Diccon._ Nor I much the gladder for al this noyce; Yet say "gramercy, Diccon," for springing of the game. 320 _Gammer._ Gramercy, Diccon, twenty times! O how glad cham! If that chould do so much, your masterdome to come hether, Master Rat, Goodwife Chat, and Diccon together, Cha but one halfpeny, as far as iche know it, And chil not rest this night till ich bestow it. 325 If ever ye love me, let us go in and drinke. _Bayly._ I am content, if the rest thinke as I thinke. Master Rat, it shal be best for you if we so doo; Then shall you warme you and dresse your self too. _Diccon._ Soft, syrs, take us with you, the company shal be the more! As proude coms behinde, they say, as any goes before! But now, my good masters, since we must be gone, And leave you behinde us here all alone; Since at our last ending thus mery we bee, For Gammer Gurtons nedle sake, let us have a plaudytie! FINIS. GURTON. PERUSED AND ALOWED, &C.