The iii. Acte. The iii. Sceane. Gammer. Chat Hodge. Gammer Dame Chat cholde praye the fair, let me haue yt is mine Chil not this twenty yeres take one fart that is thyne Therfore giue me mine owne & let me liue besyde the Chat Why art thou crept from home hether, to mine own doores to chide me. Hence doting drab, auaunt, or I shall set the further. Intends thou and that knaue, mee in my house to murther: Gammer Tush gape not so on me woman, shalt not yet eate mee, Nor all the frends thou hast, in this shall not intreate mee — Mine owne goods I will haue, and aske the no beleue, What woman: pore folks must haue right, thongh the thing you agreue. Chat Giue thee thy right, and hang thee vp, wt al thy baggers broode What wilt thou make me a theefe, and say I stole thy good: Gammer Chi1 say nothing (ich warrant thee), but that ich can proue it well Thou fet my good euen from my doore, cham able this to tel, Chat Dyd I (olde witche) steale oft was thine: how should that thing be knowen: Gammer Ich can not tel, but vp thou tokest it as though it had ben thine owne, Chat Mary fy on thee, thou old gyb, with al my very hart. Gammer Nay fy on thee yu rampe, thou ryg, with al that take thy parte. Chat A vengeaunce on those lips yt laieth such things to my charge. Gammer A vengeance on those callats hips, whose con-science is so large Chat Come out Hogge Gammer Come out hogge, and let me haue 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 preuaile, I hold thee a grote, I shall patche thy coate, Gammer Thou warte as good kysse my tayle: Thou slut, yu kut, yu rakes, yu iakes. will not shame make ye hide the Chat Thou skald, thou bald, thou rotten, yu 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 iawes, pull me out bothe her eyen, Gogs bones gammer, holde vp your head, Chat I trow drab I shall dresse thee. Tary yu knaue I hold the a grote, I shall make these hands blesse thee Take yu this old hore for amends, & 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, Stand out ones way, that ich kyll none in the darke Up gammer and ye be alyue, chil feyght 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 coniure that foule sprete : Let dore stand Cock, why coms in deede? kepe dore yu horson boy. Chat Stand to it yu dastard for thine eares, ise teche ye a sluttish toye. Hodge Gogs woundes hore, chil make the auaunte, take heede Cocke, pull in the latche , Chat I faith sir loose breche had ye taried, ye shold haue found your match. Gammer Now ware thy throte losell, thouse pay for al Hodge Well said gammer by my soule, Hoyse her, souse her, bounce her, trounce her, pull out her throte boule Chat Comst behynd me thou withered witch, & I get once on foote Thouse pay for all, yu old tarlether, ile teach the what longs to it Take ye this to make vp thy mouth, til time thou come by more Hodge Up gammer stand on your feete, where is the olde hore? Haith woulde chad her by the face choulde racke 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 lothe doo soo. Thinkest thou chill take that at her hand, no hodg ich tell the no Hodge Chold yet this fray wer wel take vp, & our own neele at home Twill be my chaunce els some to kil, wher euer it be or whome Gammer We haue a parson, (hodge thou knoes) a man estemed wise Mast doctor Rat, chil for hym send, and let me here his aduise, He will her shriue for all this gere, & geue her penaunce strait Wese haue our neele, els dame chat comes nere wtin heauen gate Hodge Ye mary gammer, yt ich thmk best: wyll you now for him send The sooner Doctor Rat be here, the soner wese ha an ende, And here gaminer Dyccons deuill, (as iche re-member well) Of Cat, and Chat, and Doctor Rat a felloneu tale dyd tell, Chold you forty pound, that is the way your neele to get againe. Gammer Chil ha him strait call out ye boy wese make him take the payn Hodge What coke I saye, coine out what deuill canst not here. Cocke How now hodg ? how does gammer, is yet the wether cleare? What wold chaue me to doo? Gammer Come hether Cocke anon — Hence swythe to Doctor Rat, hye the that thou were gone, And pray hym come speke with me, cham not well at ease, Shalt haue him at his chamber, or els at mother Bees, Els seeke him at Hob fylchers shop, for as charde it reported There is the best ale in al the towne, and now is most resorted. Cocke And shal ich brynge hyin with me gainmer? Gammer Yea, by and by good Cocke. Cocke Shalt see that shalbe here anone, els let me haue one the docke Hodge Now gammer shal we two go in, and tary for hys commynge What deuill woman plucke vp your hart, & leue of al this glomming So Though she were stronger at ye first, as ich thinke ye did find her Gammer Nay, nay, cham sure she lost not all, for set thend to ye beginning And ich doubt not, but she will make small bost of her winning.