Yet there ye dress'd the drunken sow, what time ye came behind her.[268]
Gammer. Nay, nay, cham sure she lost not all, for set them to the beginning,
And ich doubt not, but he will make small boast of her winning.
THE THIRD ACT.
THE FOURTH SCENE.
Tib, Hodge, Gammer, Cock.
Tib. See, gammer, gammer, Gib our cat, cham afraid what she aileth,
She stands me gasping behind the door, as though her wind her faileth.