 | 1780 - 428 pages
...he hurt the or ever he begin ? Hodge. He thruft me into the buttocke with a bodkin or a pin, I iaie, gammer, gammer ! Gammer. How now, Hodge, how now !...gammer. Gammer. What, not my neele, Hodge? Hodge. Your ueele, gammer, your neele. No, fie, doit but dodge. Hodge. Cha found your neele, gammer, here in my... | |
 | Robert Dodsley, Isaac Reed, Octavius Gilchrist - 1825 - 422 pages
...he hurl Ihe or ever he begin ? Hodge. He thrust me into the buttocke with a bodkin or a pin, I saie, gammer, gammer! Gammer. How now, Hodge, how now ! Hodge. God's malt, gammer Gurton Gammer. Thou arl mad, ich Irow. Hodge. Will you see the devil, gammer Gammer. The devil, sonne ! God blesse us.... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1825 - 426 pages
...ever Hodge He thrust me into the buttocke with a bodkin or a pin, I saie, gammer, gammer! he begin ? Gammer. How now, Hodge, how now! Hodge. God's malt, gammer Gurton Gammer. The devil, sonne! God blesse us. Hodge. Chould iche were hanged, gammer. Gammer. Mary, se ye might... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1874 - 484 pages
...? HODGE. He thrust me into the buttock with a bodkin or a pin, [//« discovers tlit needle. I say, gammer, gammer ! GAMMER. How now, Hodge, how now !...Gurton GAMMER. Thou art mad, ich trow. HODGE. Will you see the devil, gammer? GAMMER, The devil, son ! God bless us. HODGE. Chould, [if] ich were hanged,... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1874 - 398 pages
...begin ? HODGE. He thrust me into the buttock with a bodkin or a pin, [He discovers the needle. I say, gammer, gammer ! GAMMER. How now, Hodge, how now ! HODGE. God's malt, gammer Gurton GAMMER. Thou art toad, ich trow. HODGE. Will you see the devil, gammer? GAMMER. The devil, son ! God bless us. HODGE.... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley, Alwin Thaler - 1903 - 776 pages
...with a bodkin or a pin ! 295 I sale, Gammer ! Gammer ! Gammer. How now Hodge, how now ? Hodge. Gods malt, Gammer Gurton ! Gammer. Thou art mad, ich trow ! Hodge. Will you see the devil, Gammer ? Gammer. The devil, sonne ! God blesse us ! Hodge. Chould iche were hanged,... | |
 | Joseph Quincy Adams - 1924 - 732 pages
...295 [He draws out the needle.] I saie, Gammer! Gammer! GAMMER. How now, Hodge? how now? HODGE. Gods malt, Gammer Gurton! GAMMER. Thou art mad, ich trow! HODGE. Will you see! The deuil, Gammer! GAMMER. The deuil, sonne? God blesse vs! HODGE. Chould ichc were hanged, Gammer!... | |
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I say, Gammer! Gammer! Gammer. How now Hodge, how now? Hodge. God's malt, Gammer Gurton! Gammer. Thou art mad, ich trow! Hodge. Will you see the devil, Gammer? Gammer. The devil, son! God bless us! Hodge. Chould ich were hanged, Gammer Gammer. 