Into the town will I, my friends to visit there,
And hither straight again to see the end of this gear.
In the meantime, fellows, pipe up your fiddles: I say, take them,[244]
And let your friends hear such mirth as ye can make them.
THE THIRD ACT.
THE FIRST SCENE.
Hodge. Sim Glover, yet gramercy! cham meetly well-sped now,
Th 'art even as good a fellow as ever kiss'd a cow.
Here is a thong[245] indeed, by the mass, though ich speak it,