Gammer. Within the house, and at the dore, sitting by this same post,
Wher I was loking a long howre, before these folks came here; 35
But welaway, all was in vayne, my neele is never the nere!
Hodge. Set me a candle, let me seeke, and grope where ever it bee.
Gogs hart, ye be so folish, ich thinke, you knowe it not when you it see!
Gammer. Come hether, Cocke; what, Cocke, I say!
Cocke. Howe, Gammer?
Gammer. Goe, hye the soone,
And grope behynd the old brasse pan, whych thing when thou hast done, 40
Ther shall thou fynd an old shooe, wherein if thou look well,