Hodge. The devil he burst both Gib and Tib, with all the rest;
Cham always sure of the worst end, whoever have the best.
Where ha' you been fidging abroad, since you your nee'le lost?
Gammer. Within the house, and at the door, sitting by this same post;
Where I was looking a long hour, before these folks came here;
But, wellaway! all was in vain, my nee'le is never the near.
Hodge. Set me a candle, let me seek, and grope wherever it be.
Gog's heart, ye be foolish (ich think), you know it not, when you it see.
Gammer. Come hither, Cock: what, Cock, I say.