But loke, what lieth in both their harts, ye ar like, sure, to have it.
Hodge. Yea, Gogs soule, art alive yet? What, Diccon, dare ich come? 5
Diccon. A man is wel hied to trust to thee; I wil say nothing but mum;
But and ye come any nearer, I pray you see all be sweete!
Hodge. Tush, man, is Gammers neele found? that chould gladly weete.
Diccon. She may thanke thee it is not found, for if thou had kept thy standing,
The devil he wold have fet it out, even, Hodge, at thy commaunding. 10
Hodge. Gogs hart, and cold he tel nothing wher the neele might be found?
Diccon. Ye folysh dolt, ye were to seek, ear we had got our ground;
Therefore his tale so doubtfull was that I cold not perceive it.