Diccon. Nay, by the mass, I perfectly perceived as I came hither,
That either Tib and her dame hath been by the ears together,
Or else as great a matter, as thou shalt shortly see.
Hodge. Now ich beseech our Lord they never better agree.
Diccon. By Gog's soul, there they sit as still as stones in the street;
As though they had been taken with fairies, or else with some ill-spreet.
Hodge. Gog's heart, I durst have laid my cap to a crown,
Ch'would learn of some prancome, as soon as ich came to town.
Diccon. Why, Hodge, art thou inspired? or didst thou thereof hear?
Hodge. Nay, but ich saw such a wonder, as ich saw nat this seven year.