Which I intend not far hence, unles my purpose fayle,
Shall serve for a shoinghorne to draw on two pots of ale.
The fyrst Acte. The second Sceane.
Hodge. Diccon.
Hodge. See! so cham[661] arayed with dablynge in the durt!
She that set me to ditchinge, ich wold she hat the squrt!
Was never poore soule that such a life had.
Gogs bones! thys vylthy glaye hase drest me to bad!
Gods soule! see how this stuffe teares! 5
Iche were better to bee a bearward and set to keepe beares!