And here, gammer, Diccon's devil (as ich remember well)
Of Cat and Chat, and Doctor Rat, a felonious tale did tell,
Chold you forty pound, that is the way your nee'le to get again.
Gammer. Chill ha' him straight; call out the boy, wese make him take the pain.
Hodge. What, Cock, I say, come out; what devil, can'st not hear?
Cock.[265] How now, Hodge, how does gammer? is yet the weather clear?
What would chave me to do?
Gammer. Come hither, Cock, anon.
Hence swith to Doctor Rat hie thee, that thou were gone,