Cham afrayde of some[682] harme.
Diccon. Come hether, then, and sturre the nat
One inche out of this cyrcle plat, 90
But stande as I thee teache.
Hodge. And shall ich be here safe from theyr clawes?
Diccon. The mayster devill with his longe pawes
Here to the can not reache.
Now will I settle me to this geare. 95
Hodge. I saye, Diccon, heare me, heare!
Go softely to thys matter!