Gammer. What, not my nee'le, Hodge?
Hodge. Your nee'le, gammer, your nee'le.
Gammer. No, fie, dost but dodge.
Hodge. Ch' a found your nee'le, gammer, here in my hand be it.
Gammer. For all the loves on earth,[312] Hodge, let me see it.
Hodge. Soft, gammer.
Gammer. Good Hodge.
Hodge. Soft, ich say, tarry a while.
Gammer. Nay, sweet Hodge, say truth, and not me beguile.