Hodge. Come on, fellow Diccon, chall be even with thee now.
Baily. Thou wilt not stick to do this, Diccon, I trow?
Diccon. No, by my father's skin, my hand down I lay it;
Look, as I have promised, I will not denay it;
But, Hodge, take good heed now, thou do not beshit me.
[And give him a good blow on the buttock.
Hodge. Gog's heart, thou false villain, dost thou bite me?
Baily. What, Hodge, doth he hurt thee, ere ever he be begin?
Hodge. He thrust me into the buttock with a bodkin or a pin,