I hold thee a grote, I shall patche thy coate! C iii
Gammer. Thou warte as good kysse my tayle!
Thou slut, thou kut, thou rakes, thou jakes! will not shame make the hide [the]? 25
Chat. Thou skald, thou bald, thou rotten, thou glotton! I will no longer chyd the,
But I will teache the to kepe home.
Gammer. Wylt thou, drunken beaste?
Hodge. Sticke to her, Gammer! take her by the head, chil warrant you thys feast!
Smyte, I saye, Gammer! Byte, I say, Gammer! I trow ye wyll be keene!
Where be your nayls? claw her by the jawes, pull me out bothe her eyen. 30
Gogs bones, Gammer, holde up your head!