Hodge. Cham agast; by the masse, ich wot not what to do.
Chad nede blesse me well before ich go them to.
Perchaunce some felon sprit may haunt our house indeed;
And then chwere but a noddy to venter where cha no neede.
Tyb. Cham worse then mad, by the masse, to be at this staye! 5
Cham chyd, cham blamd, and beaton, all thoures on the daye;
Lamed and honger-storved, prycked up all in jagges,
Havyng no patch to hyde my backe, save a few rotten ragges!
Hodge. I say, Tyb—if thou be Tyb, as I trow sure thou bee,—
What devyll make a doe is this, betweene our dame and thee? 10