Hodge. Cha no booke, I!
Diccon. Then needes must force us both,
Upon my breech to lay thine hand, and there to take thine othe.
Hodge. I, Hodge, breechelesse 71
Sweare to Diccon, rechelesse,
By the crosse that I shall kysse,
To keep his counsaile close,
And alwayes me to dispose 75
To worke that his pleasure is. (Here he kysseth Diccons breech.)
Diccon. Now, Hodge, see thou take heede,