Gammer. We have a parson, Hodge, thou knoes, a man estemed wise,
Mast Doctor Rat; chil for hym send, and let me here his advise. 60
He will her shrive for all this gere, and geve her penaunce strait;
Wese[706] have our neele, els Dame Chat comes nere within heaven gate.
Hodge. Ye, mary, Gammer, that ich think best; wyll you now for him send?
The sooner Doctor Rat be here, the soner wese ha an ende,
And here, Gammer! Dyccons devill, as iche remember well, 65
Of cat, and Chat, and Doctor Rat, a felloneus tale dyd tell.
Chold you forty pound, that is the way your neele to get againe.
Gammer. Chil ha him strait! Call out the boy, wese make him take the payn.