Hodge. What, think'st that cham not able?
Did not Tom Tankard rake his curtal t'o'er day standing in the stable?
Gammer. Soft, be content, let's hear what news Cock bringeth from Master Rat.
Cock. Gammer, chave been there as you bad, you wot well about what.
'Twill not be long before he come, ich durst swear off a book,
He bid you see ye be at home, and there for him to look.
Gammer. Where didst thou find him, boy? was he not where I told thee?
Cock. Yes, yes, even at Hob Filcher's house, by him that bought and sold me:
A cup of ale had in his hand, and a crab lay in the fire:
Chad much a-do to go and come, all was so full of mire: