Hodge. Then ich se wel somthing was said, chope[687] one day yet to have it.
But Diccon, Diccon, did not the devill cry "ho, ho, ho"? 15
Diccon. If thou hadst taryed where thou stoodst, thou woldest have said so!
Hodge. Durst swere of a boke, chard him rore, streight after ich was gon.
But tel me, Diccon, what said the knave? let me here it anon.
Diccon. The horson talked to mee, I know not well of what.
One whyle his tonge it ran and paltered of a cat, 20
Another whyle he stamered styll uppon a Rat;
Last of all, there was nothing but every word, Chat, Chat;
But this I well perceyved before I wolde him rid,