Gammer, Hodge.
Gammer. How, Hodge! may'st now be glad, cha news to tell thee,
Ich know who hase my nee'le, ich trust soon shall it see.
Hodge. The devil thou does; hast heard, gammer, indeed, or dost but jest?
Gammer. Tis as true as steel, Hodge.
Hodge. Why, knowest well where didst lese it?
Gammer. Ich know who found it, and took it up: shalt see, ere it be long.
Hodge. God's mother dear, if that be true, farewell both nawl and thong!
But who hase it, gammer, say? one chould fain hear it disclosed.
Gammer. That false vixen, that same dame Chat, that counts herself so honest.