Cocke: Howe, Gammer?
Gammer: Goe hy thee soone, and grope behind the old brasse pan,
Ther shalt thou fynd an old shooe, wherin if thou looke well
Thou shalt fynd lyeng an inche of whyte tallow candell,
Lyght it, and brynge it tite awaye.”
If that does not bring them home to us nothing will do it—except perhaps this:
“And home she went as brag, as it had ben a bodelouce.”