And set me in the back-hole, thereby to find you out:
And whiles I sought a quietness, creeping upon my knees,
I found the weight of your door-bar for my reward and fees.
Such is the luck that some men gets, while they begin to mell,[305]
In setting at one such as were out, minding to make all well.
Hodge. Was not well blest, gammer, to 'scape that scour? And chad been there,
Then chad been dress'd, belike, as ill (by the mass) as Gaffer Vicar.
Baily. Marry, sir, here is a sport alone; I looked for such an end;
If Diccon had not play'd the knave, this had been soon amend.
My gammer here he made a fool, and dress'd her as she was;