Gammer. Alas, sir, he'll be here anon; a' be handled too bad.
Chat. Master Baily, sir, ye be not such a fool, well I know,
But ye perceive by this lingering there is a pad in the straw.
[Thinking that Hodge his head was broke, and that Gammer would not let him come before them.
Gammer. Chill show you his face, ich warrant thee——lo, now where he is!
Baily. Come on, fellow; it is told me thou art a shrew,[297] i-wis;
Thy neighbour's hens thou takest, and plays the two-legged fox;
Their chickens and their capons too, and now and then their cocks.
Hodge. Ich defy them all that dare it say; cham as true as the best.
Baily. Wert not thou take within this hour in dame Chat's hens'-nest?