Tib. Nay, break it you, Hodge, according to your word.
Hodge. Gog's sides, fie! it stinks: it is a cat's turd:
It were well done to make thee eat it, by the mass.
Gammer. This matter amendeth not, my nee'le is still where it was.
Our candle is at an end, let us all in quite,
And come another time, when we have more light.
THE SECOND ACT.
First a Song.[204]