What devill had you els to do? ye kept, ich wot, no sheepe!
Cham fame abrode to dyg and delve, in water, myre, and claye, 25
Sossing and possing in the durte styll from day to daye.
A hundred thinges that be abrode, cham set to see them weele,
And four of you syt idle at home, and can not keepe a neele!
Gammer. My neele! alas! ich lost it, Hodge, what time ich me up hasted
To save the milke set up for the, which Gib, our cat, hath wasted. 30
Hodge. The Devill he burst both Gib and Tib, with al the rest!
Cham alwayes sure of the worst end, who ever have the best!
Where ha you ben fidging abrode, since you your neele lost?