Said plainly (here before us) that dame Chat had your nee'le.
Gammer. Then let us go, and ask her wherefore she minds to keep it;
Seeing we know so much, 'twere madness now to slip it.
Hodge. Go to her, gammer, see ye not where she stands in her doors?
Bid her give you the nee'le; 'tis none of hers, but yours.
THE THIRD ACT.
THE THIRD SCENE.
Gammer, Chat, Hodge.