Hodge. What, Co[c]ke, I saye! come out! What devill! canst not here?
Cocke. How now, Hodg? how does Gammer, is yet the wether cleare? 70
What wold chave[707] me to do?
Gammer. Come hether, Cocke, anon!
Hence swythe[708] to Doctor Rat, hye the that thou were gone,
And pray hym come speke with me, cham not well at ease.
Shalt have him at his chamber, or els at Mother Bees;
Els seeke him at Hob Fylchers shop, for as charde it reported, 75
There is the best ale in al the towne, and now is most resorted.
Cocke. And shall ich brynge hym with me, Gammer?