The iii. Acte. The i. Sceane.
Hodge.
Hodge
SYm glouer yet gramercy, chain meetlye well sped now, 
Thart euen as good a felow as euer kyste a cowe, 
Here is a thonge in dede, by ye masse though ich speake it 
Tom tankards great bald curtal, I thinke could not breake it 
And when he spyed my neede to lie so straight and hard, 
Hays lent me here his naull, to set the gyb for-ward, 
As for my Gammers neele, the flyenge feynd go weete, 
Chill not now go to the doore againe with it to meete: 

Chould make shyfe good inough and chad a candels ende, 
The cheefe hole in my breeche, with these two chil amende.