Therwith this breech to tatche and tye as ich may.
Diccon. To morow, Hodg, if we chaunce to meete, shall see what I will say.
The ii Acte. The iiii Sceane.
Diccon. Gammer.
Diccon. Now this gere must forward goe, for here my gammer commeth.
Be still a while and say nothing; make here a little romth.[688]
Gammer. Good Lord, shall never be my lucke my neele agayne to spye?
Alas, the whyle! tys past my helpe, where tis still it must lye!
Diccon. Now, Jesus! Gammer Gurton, what driveth you to this sadnes? 5
I feare me, by my conscience, you will sure fall to madnes.