Hodge. Canst not learn to-night, man, seest not what is here?
[Pointing behind to his torn breeches.
Diccon. 'Tis not possible to make it sooner appear.
Hodge. Allas, Diccon, then chave no shift; but lest ich tarry too long,
[Will] hie me to Sim Glover's shop, there to seek for thong,
Therewith this breech to thatch and tie, as ich may.
Diccon. To-morrow, Hodge, if we chance to meet, shall see what I will say.
THE SECOND ACT.