Gammer. No, Hodge, ich were loth to do so.
Thinkest thou chill take that at her hand? no, Hodge, ich tell thee no.
Hodge. Chould yet this fray were well take up, and our own nee'le at home,
'Twill be my chance else some to kill, wherever it be or whom.
Gammer. We have a parson (Hodge, thou knows), a man esteemed wise,
Mast Doctor Rat, chill for him send, and let me hear his advice.
He will her shrive[264] for all this gear, and give her penance straight.
Wese have our nee'le, else dame Chat comes ne'er within heaven-gate.
Hodge. Yea marry, gammer, that ich think best: will you now for him send?
The sooner Doctor Rat be here, the sooner wese ha' an end.