Heard ye no more of the other matter, say me now, by your troth?
Chat. O yes, Diccon: hear the old whore and Hodge that great knave.
But, in faith, I would thou hadst seen: O Lord, I drest them brave.
She bare me two or three souses behind in the nape of the neck,
Till I made her old weasand to answer again keck.
And Hodge, that dirty bastard, that at her elbow stands,
If one pair of legs had not been worth two pair of hands,
He had had his beard shaven, if my nails would have served,
And not without a cause, for the knave it well deserved.
Diccon. By the mass, I can[282] thee thank, wench, thou didst so well acquit thee.