Bayly. Thou wilt not sticke to do this, Diccon, I trow?
Diccon. Now, by my fathers skin! my hand downe I lay it! 290
Loke, as I have promised, I wil not denay it.
But, Hodge, take good heede now, thou do not beshite me!
(And gave him a good blow on the buttocke.)
Hodge. Gogs hart! thou false villaine, dost thou bite me?
Bayly. What, Hodge, doth he hurt thee or ever he begin?
Hodge. He thrust me into the buttocke with a bodkin or a pin! 295
I saie, Gammer! Gammer!
Gammer. How now Hodge, how now?