Diccon. She may thank thee it is not found, for if you had kept thy standing,
The devil he would have fet it out—ev'n, Hodge, at thy commanding.
Hodge. Gog's heart! and could he tell nothing where the nee'le might be found?
Diccon. Ye foolish dolt, ye were to seek, ere we had got our ground;
Therefore his tale so doubtful was, that I could not perceive it.
Hodge. Then ich see well something was said, chope one day yet to have it.
But Diccon, Diccon, did not the devil cry, ho, ho, ho?[231]
Diccon. If thou hadst tarried where thou stood'st, thou wouldst hove said so.
Hodge. Durst swear of a book, cheard him roar, straight after ich was gone;
But tell me, Diccon, what said the knave, let me hear it anon.