And is like to burn all, if she get a little higher.
Come down (quoth you?) nay, then you might count me a patch,[202]
The house cometh down on your heads, if it take once the thatch.
Gammer. It is the cat's eyes, fool, that shineth in the dark.
Hodge. Hath the cat, do you think, in every eye a spark?
Gammer. No, but they shine as like fire as ever man see.
Hodge. By the mass, and she burn all, you sh' bear the blame for me.
Gammer. Come down and help to seek here our nee'le, that it were found;
Down, Tib, on thy knees, I say, down, Cock, to the ground.