Thou shalt fynd lyeng an inche of a whyte tallow candell.
Lyght it, and bryng it tite away.
Cocke. That shalbe done anone.
Gammer. Nay, tary, Hodge, till thou hast light, and then weele seke ech one. 45
Hodge. Cum away, ye horson boy, are ye aslepe? ye must have a crier!
Cocke. Ich cannot get the candel light: here is almost no fier.
Hodge. Chil hold[672] the a peny chil make the come, if that ich may catch thine eares!
Art deffe, thou horson boy? Cocke, I say; why canst not heares?
Gammer. Beate hym not, Hodge, bul help the boy, and come you two together.