Diccon. Ho[d]ge, let thy breeches go, and speake and tell mee soone
What devill ayleth Gammer Gurton & Tib her mayd to frowne.
Hodge. Tush, man, thart deceyved: tys theyr dayly looke;
They coure so over the coles, theyre eyes be bleared with smooke. 20
Diccon. Nay, by the masse, I perfectly perceived, as I came hether,
That eyther Tib and her dame hath ben by the eares together,
Or els as great a matter, as thou shalt shortly see.
Hodge. Now, iche beseeche our Lord they never better agree!
Diccon. By Gogs soule, there they syt as still as stones in the streite,
As though they had ben taken with fairies, or els with some il sprite. 26