Gammer. Cum downe and helpe to seeke here our neele, that it were found. 40
Downe, Tyb, on the knees, I say! Downe, Cocke, to the ground!
To God I make avowe, and so to good Saint Anne,
A candell shall they have a pece, get it where I can,
If I may my neele find in one place or in other.
Hodge. Now a vengeaunce on Gyb light, on Gyb and Gybs mother, 45
And all the generacyon of cats both far and nere!
Loke on this ground, horson, thinks thou the neele is here?
Cocke. By my trouth, Gammer, me thought your neele here I saw,
But when my fyngers toucht it, I felt it was a straw.