Cock. How, Gammer?
Gammer. Go, hie thee soon, and grope behind the old brass pan,
Which thing when thou hast done,
There shalt thou find an old shoe, wherein, if thou look well,
Thou shalt find lying an inch of white tallow candle;
Light it, and bring it tite away.
Cock. That shall be done anon.
Gammer. Nay, tarry, Hodge, till thou hast light, and then we'll seek each one.
Hodge. Come away, ye whoreson boy, are ye asleep? ye must have a crier.
Cock. Ich cannot get the candle light: here is almost no fire.