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Els seeke him at Hobfylcher's shop; for, as charde | And then farewell Gyb, she is undone, and lost it reported,

al save the skyn. There is the best ale in al the towve, and now is Hodye. 'Tys 72 your neele, woman, I say: Gog's most resorted.

soule, geve ine a knyfe, Cocke. And shall ich brynge him with me, And chil have it out of her inawe, or else chal Gamtier?

lose my lyfe. Gam. Yea, by and by, good Cocke.

Gam. What! nay, Hodge, fy, kil not our cat, 69 Cocke, Shalt see that shall be here anone,

'ris al the cats we ha now. els let me have one the dock.

Hodge. By the masse, dame Chat, hays me so Hodge. Now, Gammer, sha wel two go in, and

moved, ich care not what I kill, ma God tary for hys commynge? What devill, woman, plucke up your hart, and Go to then, Tyb, to this geare, holde up her tayle leve of all this gloming.

and take her, Though she were stronger at the first, as ich thinke Chil see what devil is in her guts, chil take the ye did sind her;

paines to rake her. 70 Yet there ye drest the dronken sow, what time Gam. Rake a Cat, Hodge! what wouldst thou do? ye cam behind her.

Hodge. What thinck'st that cham not able? Gam. Nay, nay, cham sure she lost not all, for Did not Tom Tankard rake his curtal toore day set them to the beginning,

slanding in the stable ? And ich doubt not, but she will make small bost Gam. Soft, be content, let's here what news of her winning.

Cocke bringeth from maister Rat.

Cock. Gammer, chave ben ther as you bad, you THE FOURTH SCEANE.

wot well about what.

'Twil not be long before he come, ich durst sweare TYB, HODGE, GAMMER, COCKE.

of a booke, Tyb. Se Gammer, Gammer, Gyb our cat, cham He byds you see ye be at home, and there for himn afraid what she ayleth,

to looke. She standes me gasping behind the doore, as Gam. Where didst thou find him, boy: was he though her winde her faileth.

not wher I told thee? Now let ich doubt what Gyb shuld mean, that Cock. Yes, yes, even at Hobfylcher's house, by now she 7" doth so dote,

him that bought and solde me: Hodge. Hold hether, ich oald twenty pound, A cup of ale had in his hand, and a crab lay in your neele is in her throte.

the fyer. Grope her, ich say, me thinkes ich feele it; does Chad much ado to go and come, al was so ful of not pricke your hand?

myer : Gam. Ich can feele nothing.

And, Gammer, one thing I can tel, Hobsylcher's Hodge. No! ich know that's not within this

naule was loste, land

And doctor Rat found it againe, bard beside the A muryner cat than Cyb is, betwixt the Tems and Tyne;

Ichould a penny can say something, your neele Shase as much wyt in her head almost as chave

again to 73 fet. in mine.

Gam. Chain glad to heare so much, Cocke; then Tyb. Faith, shase eaten some thing, that wil

trust he will not let not easely downe,

To help us herein best he can; therefore till time Whether she gat it at home, or abrode in the

he come, towne,

Let us goe in, if there be ought to get thou shall Iche cannot tell.

haye soine, Gam. Alas! ich feare it be some croked pyn,

dvore poste.

72 Tyb.

69 Cocke.-Hodge, in the first edition.
70 This line given to Gammer Gurton in the first edition.

71 Doth so dote.—That is, appear so mad. To dote and to be mad were used as synonymous terms. See Barret's Alvearie, voce dote.

73. Fel--Fetched. So, in Cynthia's Revels, A. 1. S. 2: “ Nay, the other is better, exceeds it much : the invention is farther fel too.

Again, in Ascbam's Toxophile, p. 15: “ And therefore agaynst a desperate evill began to seek for a desperate remedie, which was fel from Rome, a shop alwayes open to any mischief, as you shall perceive io these few leaves, if you marke them well.”

Agaio, in Lyly's Euphuos, p. 33 : -" That far fet and dere bought, is good for ladies."

THE FOURTH ACTE.

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and that way.

THE FIRST SCEANE.

Gam. A good Mr Doctor, cha troubled, cha troubled

you,

chwot wel that. Doctor RAT, GAMMER GURTON.

Dr Rat. How do ye, woman? be ye lustie, or Dr Rat. A man were better twenty times be

be ye not wel at ease? a bandog and barke,

Gam. 75 By gys master cham not sick, but yet Then here among such a sort, be parish priest or

chave a disease. clarke.

Chad a foule turne now of late, chill tell it you by Where he shal never be at rest, one pissing while

gigs. a day,

Dr Rat. Hath your browne cow cast hir calfe, But he must trudge about the towne, this way, or your sandy sowe her pigs?

Gam. No, but chad ben as good as they had, Here to a drab, there to a theefe, his shoes to

as this, ich wot weel. teare and rent;

Dr Rat. What is the matter? And that which is worst of all, at every knave's Gam. Alas, alas, cha lost my good neele. commandment.

My neele, I say, and wot ye what? a drab came I had not sit the space to drinke two pots of ale,

by and spied it, But Gammer Gurton's sory boy was straite way And when I asked her for the same, the filth flatly at my taile;

denied it. And she was sicke, and I must come, to do I wot Dr Rat. What was she thatpot what :

Gam. A dame, ich warrant you: she began to If once her fingers end but ake, trudge, call for

scold and brawle; doctor Rat.

Alas, alas, come hether, Hodge; this wretche can And when I come not at their call, I only therby

tell
you

all.
loose,
For I am sure to lacke therefore a tythe pyg, or a

THE SECOND SCEANE. goose. I warrant you when truth is knowen, and told they Hodge, Doctor Rat, Gammer, Diccox, CHAT. have their tale,

Hodge. God morrow, gaffer Vicar. The matter where about I come, is not worth a Dr Rat. Come on fellow, let us heare. half peny worth of ale:

Thy dame hath sayd to me, thou knowest of his Yet must I talke so sage and smothe, as though I

geare; were a glosier,

Let's see what thou canst saie? Els or the yere come at an end, I shal be sure the Hodge. By’m fay, sir, that ye shall, loser.

What matter soever here was done, ich can tell What worke ye, Gammer Gurton? hoow here is

your maship: your friend Doctor Rat.

74 Pissing while-A proverbial expression used by Ben Jonson in his Magnetic Lady; and Shakespeare, in The Two Gentlemen of Verona. See Mr Steevens's Note on the latter; and Ray's Collection of Proverbs. It is also to be found in Nash's Lenten Stuff, 1599. 75 By gys--In Shakespeare's Hamlet, Ophelia sings a song, in which this adjuration is used:

By gys, and by Saint Charity." And it is also to be found in Gascoigne's Poems, in Cambyses, by Preston : and in the comedy of See me and see me not, 1618: By gisse I swear, were I so fairly wed, &c.

See Mr Steevens's Note on Hamlet. Dr Ridley observes, there is not the least mention of any Saint whose name corresponds with this, either in the Roman Calendar, the service in Usum Sarum, or in the benedictionary of Bishop Athelwold; and supposes the word to be only a corrupted abbreviation of Jesus, the letters 1 H S heing anciently all that was set down to denote that sacred name on altars, the covers of books, &c.

It occurs also in the following passage of Erasmus's Praise of Follie, by Chaloner, 1549 : “ Lyke as many great lordes there be who set so muche by them, as scant they can eate their meate, or byde a minute without them, by gysse a little better than they are wont to doo, these frouning philosophers," &c. Sig. G 2.

Again, in Euphues and kis England, 1582, p. 5: _“ Unto whome hee replyed, shoaring up his eyes, by Jis sonne, I accompt the cheere good wbich mainteineth health, and the servauntes honest whome I finde faythfull,"

78

76

My Gammer Gurton heare, see now,

sat ber downe at this doore, see now, And as she began to stirre her, see now,

her neele fell on the floore, see now, And wbile her staffe she tooke, see now,

at Gyb her cat to flyoge, see now, Her neele was lost in the floore, see now, - is not this a wondrous thing, see now? Then came the queane dame Chat, see now,

to aske for hir blacke cup, see now: And even here at this gate, see now,

she tooke that neele up, see now, My Gammer then she yeede,

see now, hir neele again to bring, see now, And was caught by the head, see now;

is not this a wondrous thing, see now? Shc tare my Gammer's cote, see now,

and scratched hir by the face, see now, Chad thought sh’ad stopt hir throte, see now;

is now this a wondrous case, see now? When ich saw this, ich was wrothe, see now,

and start betwene them twaine, see now, Els ich durst take a booke othe, see now,

my Gammer had been slaine, see now. Gam. This is even the whole matter, as Hodge

has plainly tolde. And chould fain be quiet for my part, that chould. But helpe us, good master, beseech ye that ye doo, Els shall we both be beaten, and lose our neele too. Dr Kat. What wold ye have me to doo? tell

me, that I were gone, I do the best that I can, to set you both at one. But be ye sure dame Chat hath this your neele

found? Gam. Here comes the man, that see her take

it up of the ground; Aske him your selfe, master Rat, if ye beleve not

me, 71 And helpe me to my neele, for God's sake, and

saint Charitie. Dr Rat. Come nere, Diccon, and let us heare

what thou can expresse.

Wilt thou be sworne, seest dame Chat this wo

man's neele have? Dic. Nay, by S. Bevit will I not, then might ye

thinke me rave. Gam. Why didst thou tel me so even here?

canst thou for shame deny it? Dic. I mary, Gammer: but I said I wold not

abide by it. Dr Rat. Will you say a thing, and not sticke

to it to trie it? Dic. Stick to it, quoth you, master Rat? mary

sir, I defy it. Nay, there is many an honest man, when he suche

blastes hath blowne In his friende's ears, he woulde be loth the same

by him were knowne : If such a toy be used oft among

the honestie, It may beseme a simple man, of your and my de

gree. Dr Rat, Then we be never the nearer, for all

that you can tell. Dic. Yes, mary, sir, if ye will do by mine advise

and counsaile. If mother Chat se al us here, she knowe how the

matter goes. Therfore I red you three go hence, and within

keepe close; And I will into dame Chat's house, and so the

matter use, That or ye

twise to church, I warrant you here news. She shall looke wel about hir, but I durst lay a

pledge, Ye shal of Gammer's neele have shortly better

knowledge. Gam. Now, gentle Diccon, do so; and, good

sir, let us trudge. Dr Rat. By the masse, I may not tary so long

to be your judge. Dic. Tys but a little while man, what take so

much paine; If I here no newes of it, I will come sooner againę.

cold go

76 My Gammer then she yeede, see now.She yeede. i. e. she went. So Chaucer ;

“ For all i yede out at one ere,
That in that other she did lere."

Romaunt of the Rosca
The word is also used by Spenser and Fairfax.
7? And helpe me to my neele, for God's suke, and Saint Charitie. Ophelia sings :

By Gis and by St Charity, &c. On which Mr Steevens observes, that si Charity is a known saint among the Roman Catholics. Spenser mentions her, Eclog. 5. 255 :

Ab, dear Lord, and sweet Saint Charity! Again, in The Downfall of Robert Earl of Ilunlington, 1601 : Therefore, sweet Master, for Saint Charity,

Note on Hamlet, A. 4. S. 5. 73 Rave.--Barret, in his Alvearie, explains rave,

“ to talke like a madde bodie." VOL. I.

Q

fur

I must,

ged well.

Hodge. Tary so much, good master Doctor, of

that ye trust, your gentlenes.

Your hens be as good as dead, if ye leave them on Dr Rat. Then let us hie inward, and Diccon

the ruste. spcede thy busines.

Chat. The knave dare as wel go hang himself, Dic. Now, sirs, do you no more, but kepe my

as go upon my ground. counsaile juste,

Dic. Wel, yet take hede, I say, I must tel you And doctor Rat shall thus catch some good, I trust;

my tale round: But mother Chat, my gossop, talke first with all Have you not about your house, behind your

nace or leade, For she must be chiefe captaine to lay the Rat in A hole where a crafty knave may crepe in for the dust.

neade? God deven, dame Chat, in faith, and well met in Chat. Yes, by the masse, a hole broke down this place.

even within these two dayes. Chat. God deven, my friend Diccon, whether Dic. Hodge, he intends this same night to slip walke ye this pace?

in there awayes. Dic. By my truth even to you, to learne how Chat. O Christ, that I were sure of it ! in faith the world goeth.

he shuld have his mede. So Hard ye no more of the other matter, say me now Dic. Watch wel, for the knave will be there as by your troth?

sure as is your crede; Chat. O'yes, Diccon: here the old hoore, and I wold spend myselfe a shilling to have himn swin

Hodge that great knave. But in faith, I would thou hadst sene, O Lord! I Chat. I ain as glad as a woman can be of this drest them brave.

thing to here tell; She bare ine two or three souses behind, in the By Gog's bones, when he cometh, now that I know nape of the necke,

the matter, Till I made herolde wesen to answere again, kecke, He shal sure at the first skip, to leape in scalding And Hodge, that dirty dastard, that at hir elbow

water: standes,

With a worse turce besides, when he will, let him If one paire of legs had not bene worth two paire

come. of hands,

Dic. I tell you as my sister, you know what He had had his hearde shaven, if my nayles wold

meaneth mum. have served,

Now lacke I. but my Doctor, to play his part And not without a cause, for the knave it well

againe. deserved.

And lo, where he cometh towards, peradventure Dic. By the masse, I 79 the thank, wench,

to his paine. thou didst so wel acquite the.

Dr Rat. What good news, Diccon? fellow, is Chat. And th'adst seene bim, Diccon, it wold

mother Chat at home? have made the beshite the

Dic. She is syr, and she is not; but it please For laughter: the horsen dolt at last caught up a

her to whome : club,

Yet dyd I take her tardy, as subtle as she was. As though he would have slaine the master devill, Dr Rat. The thing that thou went'st for, hast Belsabub;

thou brought it to passe ? But I set him soone inwarde.

Dic. I have done that I have done, be it worse, Dic. O Lord! there is the thing,

be it better. That Hodye is so offended, that makes him starte And dame Chat at her wyt's end, I have almost

and Nyng: Chat. Why, makes the knave any moyling, as Dr Rat. Why, hast thou spied the neele ? ye have seeve or hard?

quickly I pray thee tell

. Dic. Even now I sawe him last, like a mad Dic. I have spyed it in faith, sir, I handled my man he farde,

selfe so well; And sware by heaven and hell, he would a wreake And yet the crafty queane had almost take my his sorrowe,

trumpe; And leve you never a hen alive by eight of the But or all came to an ende, I set her in a dumpe. clocke to morrow :

Dr Rat, How so, I pray thee, Diccon? Therfore marke what I say, and my wordes see

Dic. Mary, syr,

will
ye

heare?

con

set her.

79 Can-So the edition of 1575.

$0 Medc-Reward. Obsolete. It is a word used by Spenser, Shakespeare, and the chief of our ancient writers.

She was clapt downe on the back side, by Cock's Do as I bid you, man, come on your wayes hether. mother dere,

Dr Rat. Art thou sure, Diccon, the swil-tub And there she sat sewing a halter, or a bande,

standes not here aboute? With no other thing, but Gammer's nedle in her Dic. I was within my selle, man, even now, hande:

there is no doubt. As soone as any knocke, if the filth be in doubte, Go softly, make no noyse, give me your foote, sir She needes but one puffe, and her candle is out:

John, Now I, sir, knowing of every doore the pin, Here will I waite upon you, tyl you come out anone. Came nycely, and said no worde, till time I was Dr Rat. Helpe, Diccon, out alas, I shal be within,

slain among them. And there I sawe the neele, even with these two Dic. If they give you not the nedle, tel them eyes.

that ye will hang them. Who ever say the contrary, I will sweare he lyes. Ware that, huow my wenches, have ye caught the Dr Rat. Ó Diccon, that I was not there then

foxe, in thy steade!

That used to make revel among your hennes and Dic. Well, if you will be ordered, and do by

Cocks? my reade,

Save his life yet for his order, though he susteine I will bring you to a place, as the house standes,

some paine. Where ye shall take the drab with the neele in Gng's bread, I am afraide they will beat out bis her handes.

braine. Dr Rat. For God's sake, do so, Diccon, and Dr Rat, Wo worth the houre that I came here; I will gage my gowne,

And wo worth him that wrought this geare,
To geve thee a full pot of the best ale in the towne. A sort of drabs and queans have me blest,
Dic. Follow me but a little, and marke what I Was ever creature halfe so evill drest?
say,

Who ever it wrought, and first did invent it, Lay downe your gown beside you; go to, come on He shall, I warrant him, ere long repent it. your way:

I will spend all I have without my skinne, Se ye not what is here? a hole wherein ye may But he shall be brought to the plight I am in; creepe

Master Bayly I trow, and he be worth his eares, Into the house, and sodenly unwares among them will snaffle these murderers, and all that them leape;

bears : There shal ye finde the bich-fox, and the neele I will surely neither byte nor suppe, together.

Till I fetch him hether, this matter to take up.

THE FIFTH ACTE.

me.

his greeves,

THE FIRST SCÉANE.

Wold you hold forth your hand, and helpe to pull

him in ? MASTER BAYLY, Doctor Rat.

Or wold si

you kepe him out? I pray you answere Bay. I can perceive none other, I speke it from my hart,

Dr Rat. Mary kepe bim out : and a good cause But either ye ar all in the fault, or els in the great

why. est part.

But I am no theefe, sir, but an honest learned Dr Rat. If it be counted his fault, besides all

clarke.

Bay. Yea, but who knoweth that, when he meets When a poore man is spoyled, and heaten among

you in the darke? theeves,

I am sure your learning shines not out at your nose. Then I confesse my fault herein, at this season ; Wasit any marvaile, though the poore woman arose, But I hope you wil not judge so much against And start up, being afraide of that was in bir purse?

Me thinke you may be glad that 82 your

lucke was Bay. And me thinkes by your owne tale, of all that ye name,

Dr Rat. Is not this evil ynough, I pray you as If any plaid the thefe, you were the very same: The women they did nothing, as your words made

(Showing his broken head. probation,

Bay. Yea, but a man in the darke, if chaunces But stootly withstood your forciable invasion.

do wincke, If thas a thcefe at your window to enter should As soone he smites his father as any other mad,

reason.

no worse,

you thinke?

begin,

$1 You wold,

82 You.

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