What devyll, be thine ars strynges brusten?
Thyselfe a while but staye,
The devill (I smell hym) will be here anone. 110
Hodge. Hold him fast, Diccon, cham gone! cham gone!
Chyll not be at that fraye!
The ii Acte. The ii Sceane.
Diccon. Chat.
Diccon. Fy, shytten knave, and out upon thee!
Above all other loutes, fye on thee!
Is not here a clenly prancke?