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¶ Cham worse then mad by the mass to be at this stay Cham chyd, cham blamed, and Beatrice on all thoures on the day, Lamed and hunger storued, pricked up all in Iagges Having no patch to hide my back, save a few rotten rags. ¶ Gogs bread Hodg thou had a good turn thou wart not here this while. It had been better for some of us to have been hence a mile Gammer is so out of course, and trantyke all at ones That Counterfeit ke our boy I poor wench, have felt it on our bones. ¶ is undone he say (alas,) her joy and life is gone If here not of some comfort, she is say but dead S all never ome within her lips, one inch of meat ne bred. Nay and to at were the worst, we would not greatly care For bursti g of her huckle bone, or breaking of her Chair, But greater, greater, is her grief, as hodge we shall all feel. ¶ Her Needle. ¶ Chaue tossed and tumbled yender heap our & over again And winowed it through my fingers, as me ̄ would winow grain Not so much as a hens turd but in pieces I tear it Or what so ever clod or clay I found, I did not spare it Looking within and eke without, to find your needle (alas) But all in vain and without help, your needle is where it was. ¶ Not so gammer, we might it find if we knew where it say. ¶ Her needle by him that made me, it is true Hodge I tell thee. ¶ My Gam ̄ mere sat her down on her pes, & had me reach thy bree I And y & by, a vengea ̄ ce in it or she had take two stitches To clap a clout upon thine ars, by chau ce a side she ears And gyb our at in the milk pan, she spied over head and ears Ah hoar, out these, she cried aloud, & swapt the breeches down Up went her staff, and out leapt gyb, at doors into the town And since that time was never wight, cold set their eyes upon ̄ it Gogs malison cham e Cock and I, b worser twenty times light on it. ¶ No in faith odge thy breeches lie for this ne er the ere. ¶ That chal gammer swythe and tyte, and soon be here again, ¶ See Hodge whats ty , may it no be within it, SEE Gam ̄ mere, Gam ̄ mere, gib our cat, cham ̄ afraid what she aileth She stands me gasping behind the door, (as though her wind her faileth: Now let ich doubt what gib should mean, y to now she does so dote. ¶ Faith shase eaten some thing, that will not easily down Whither she got it at home, or abroad in the town Iche can not tell. ¶ Nay break it you Hodge according to your word.