I shall patch thy coat.
Gammer. Thou wert as good kiss my tail;
Thou slut, thou cut,[256] thou rakes, thou jakes, will not shame make thee hide thee?[257]
Chat. Thou skald, thou bald, thou rotten,[258] thou glutton, I will no longer chide thee;
But I will teach thee to keep home.
Gammer. Wilt thou, drunken beast? [They fight.
Hodge. Stick to her, gammer, take her by the head, chill warrant you this feast.
Smite, I say, gammer,
Bite, I say, gammer;
I trow ye will be keen;