Chould have promised him.
Gammer. But, Hodge, had he no horns to push?
Hodge. As long as your two arms. Saw ye never Friar Rush
Painted on a cloth with a side-long cow's tail,
And crooked cloven feet, and many a hooked nail?
For all the world (if I should judge) chould reckon him his brother:
Look, even what face Friar Rush[249] had, the devil had such another.
Gammer. Now, Jesus mercy, Hodge, did Diccon in him bring?
Hodge. Nay, gammer (hear me speak), chill tell you a greater thing.
The devil, when Diccon bad him (ich heard him wondrous well)