Into the towne will I, my frendes to vysit there,
And hether straight againe to see thend of this gere. 10
In the meane time, felowes, pype upp; your fiddles, I saie, take them,
And let your freyndes here such mirth as ye can make them.
The iii. Acte. The i Sceane.
Hodge.
Hodge. Sym Glover, yet gramercy! cham meetlye well sped now,
Thart even as good a felow as ever kyste a cowe!
Here is a thonge[695] in dede, by the masse, though ich speake it;
Tom Tankards great bald curtal, I thinke, could not breake it!