Gammer. Tis min owne deare neele, Hodge, sykerly I wot! 310
Hodge. Cham I not a good sonne, Gammer, cham I not?
Gammer. Christs blessing light on thee, hast made me for ever!
Hodge. Ich knew that ich must finde it, els choud a had it never!
Chat. By my troth, gossyp Gurton, I am even as glad
As though I mine owne selfe as good a turne had! 315
Bayly. And I, by my concience, to see it so come forth,
Rejoyce so much at it as three nedles be worth.
D. Rat. I am no whit sory to see you so rejoyce.
Diccon. Nor I much the gladder for al this noyce;