Diccon. Well, rule your selfe a space;
And Gammer Gurton when she commeth anon into thys place,
Then to the queane, lets see, tell her your mynd and spare not.
So shall Diccon blamelesse bee; and then, go to, I care not! 70
Chat. Then, hoore, beware her throte! I can abide no longer.
In faith, old witch, it shalbe seene which of us two be stronger!
And, Diccon, but at your request, I wold not stay one howre.
Diccon. Well, keepe it till she be here, and then out let it powre!
In the meane while get you in, and make no wordes of this. 75
More of this matter within this howre to here you shall not misse,