Hodge. Else chwold my tonge[681] were out.
Diccon. Do than but then by my advise, and I will fetch it without doubt.
Hodge. Chyll runne, chyll ryde, chyll dygge, chyl delve, chill toyle, chill trudge, shalt see; 55
Chill hold, chil drawe, chil pull, chill pynche, chill kneele on my bare knee;
Chill scrape, chill scratche, chill syfte, chill seeke, chill bowe, chill bende, chill sweate,
Chill stoop, chil stur, chil cap, chil knele, chil crepe on hands and feete;
Chill be thy bondman, Diccon, ich sweare by sunne and moone.
And channot sumwhat to stop this gap, cham utterly undone! 60
(Pointing behind to his torne breeches.)
Diccon. Why, is there any special cause thou takest hereat such sorow?