[He discovers the needle.
I say, gammer, gammer!
Gammer. How now, Hodge, how now!
Hodge. God's malt, gammer Gurton——
Gammer. Thou art mad, ich trow.
Hodge. Will you see the devil, gammer?
Gammer. The devil, son! God bless us.
Hodge. Chould, [if] ich were hanged, gammer.
Gammer. Marry, see, ye might dress us.
Hodge. Chave it, by the mass, gammer.