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The Prologue.
As Gāmer Gurton, with manye a wyde stycheSat pesynge & patching of Hodgher mās briche
By chance or misfortune as shee her geare tost
In Hodge lether bryches her needle shee lost,
When Diccon the bedlem had hard by report
That good Gāmer Gurton was robde in thys sorte,
He quyetly perswaded with her in that stound
Dame Chat her deare gossyp this needle had found,
Yet knew shee no more of this matter (alas)
Then knoeth Tom our clarke what the Priest saith at masse
Here of there ensued so fearfull a fraye,
Mas Doctor was sent for these gossyps to staye,
Because he was Curate, and estemed full wyse
Who found that he sought not, by Diccons deuice,
When all thinges were tombled and cleane out of fassion
Whether it were by fortune, or some other constellacion
Sodenlye the neele Hodge found by the prickynge
And drew it out of his bottocke where he felt it stickynge
Theyr hartes then at rest with perfect securytie,
With a pot of good nale they stroake vp theyr plauditie.
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