What devil, be thine arse-strings brusten?
Thyself a while but stay,
The devil (I smell him) will be here anon.
Hodge. Hold him fast, Diccon, cham gone, cham gone,
Chill not be at that fray.
THE SECOND ACT.
THE SECOND SCENE.
Diccon, Chat.
Diccon. Fie, shitten knave, and out upon thee!