Hodge. Ich cannot skill but muse, what marvellous thing it is:
Chill in and know myself what matters are amiss.
Diccon. Then farewell, Hodge, a while, since thou dost inward haste,
For I will into the good wife Chat's, to feel how the ale doth taste.
THE FIRST ACT.
THE THIRD SCENE.
Hodge, Tib.
Hodge. Cham aghast, by the mass, ich wot not what to do.