That thou knowest wel, I neade not say it.
Bayly. Stoppe there, I say,
And tel me here, I pray you, this matter by the way,
How chaunce Hodge is not here? him wold I faine have had. 80
Gammer. Alas, sir, heel be here anon; ha be handled to bad.
Chat. Master Bayly, sir, ye be not such a foole, wel I know,
But ye perceive by this lingring there is a pad[739] in the straw.
(Thinking that Hodg his head was broke, and that Gammer wold not let him come before them.)
Gammer. Chil shew you his face, ich warrant the; lo now where he is!
Bayly. Come on, fellow, it is tolde me thou art a shrew, iwysse: 85