And when he spyed my neede to be so straight and hard, Cii
Hays lent me here his naull,[696] to set the gyb forward,[697] 6
As for my gammers neele, the flyenge feynd go weete!
Chill not now go to the doore againe with it to meete.
Chould make shyfte good inough and chad a candels ende;
The cheefe hole in my breeche with these two chil amende. 10
The iii. Acte. The ii Sceane.
Gammer. Hodge.
Gammer. Now Hodge, mayst nowe be glade, cha newes to tell thee;
Ich knowe who hais my neele; ich trust soone shalt it see.