HODGE

Jesu nabor, with vyar and zworde? zaye you ze? By gys nabor, chyll zaue one I tro: For iche have smaull good, by gise for to loose, And therefore iche care not, how ever it goose. But chyll not be zlayne, chyll love nothing worse, Chyll never be bournt, for the money in my pourse. Iche have small rouddockes, and sodyers I know, Will rob the rich chorles, and let the poor knaves go. Hold good master, you mare my new hat. Zentyll man zentyll man, at your own pleasure: In faith we be, and thearuore we pray, What they name, is to us warrant to zaye. Passed shame? Gods gée naybor passed shame? By gods de naybor thates a tryccom name. Zwaddell me gods get? chyll care not a point, Iche have a good bat, thy bones to anoint: Thou old carl I zaye, thy hoge hurted me, And therefore I will have, a mends now of the. My rye and my oats, my beans and my peas, They have eaten up quite, but small for my ease: And therefore iche zaye, all thy hogs keep vast, Or iche will them wearey, as long as they last. By gods get, I can never come in my ground, But that zame zwyne, in my peas iche have found. Gods de, do thy worst, I care not a point, Chyll pay the none, chyll iobard a joint. Oh gods ge I think, my bewnes will in zonder, If ich get home by Jesu, ittes a wonder: Farewell Rusticus, for by Jesu ich chaull, When I meet the again, bezwinge the vorall. Cham content naybor Rusticus, shaull be ene so, Come to they house, I pray the let us go.