Hodge, Diccon.
Diccon. Ye see, masters, that one end tapp'd of this my short device,
Now must we broach t'other too, before the smoke arise;
And by the time they have a while run,
I trust ye need not crave it,
But look what lieth in both their hearts, ye are like sure to have it.
Hodge. Yea, Gog's soul, art alive yet? what Diccon, dare ich come?
Diccon. A man is well hied to trust to thee, I will say nothing but mum.
But, and ye come any nearer, I pray you see all be sweet.
Hodge. Tush, man, is Gammer's nee'le found? that chould gladly weet.[230]