To God I make a vow, and so to good Saint Anne,[203]
A candle shall they have a-piece, get it where I can,
If I may my nee'le find in one place or in other.
Hodge. Now a vengeance on Gib light, on Gib and Gib's mother.
And all the generation of cats both far and near.
Look on the ground, whoreson, thinks thou the nee'le is here?
Cock. By my troth, Gammer, me-thought your nee'le here I saw,
But when my fingers touch'd it, I felt it was a straw.
Tib. See, Hodge, what's t'is; may it not be within it?
Hodge. Break it, fool, with thy hand, and see, and thou canst find it.