God deven, dame Chat, in faith, and wel met in this place!
Chat. God deven, my friend Diccon; whether walke ye this pace?
Diccon. By my truth, even to you, to learne how the world goeth. 70
Hard ye no more of the other matter? say me, now, by your troth!
Chat. O yes, Diccon, here the old hoore, and Hodge, that great knave—
But, in faith, I would thou hadst sene,—O Lord, I drest them brave!
She bare me two or three souses behind in the nape of the necke,
Till I made hir olde wesen to answere againe, "kecke!" 75
And Hodge, that dirty dastard, that at hir elbow standes,—
If one pair of legs had not bene worth two paire of hands,