Quoth he, There is one SIDROPHEL, Whom I have cudgell'd -- Very well. And now he brags t' have beaten me. -- 635 Better and better still, quoth he. -- And vows to stick me to a wall Where-e'er he meets me -- Best of all. 'Tis true, the knave has taken's oath That I robb'd him -- Well done, in troth 640 When h' has confess'd he stole my cloak, And pick'd my fob, and what he took; Which was the cause that made me bang him, And take my goods again -- Marry hang him. Now whether I should before-hand, 645 Swear he robb'd me? -- I understand. Or bring my action of conversion And trover for my goods? -- Ah, Whoreson! Or if 'tis better to indite, And bring him to his trial? -- Right. 650 Prevent what he designs to do, And swear for th' State against him? -- True. Or whether he that is defendant In this case has the better end on't; Who, putting in a new cross-bill, 655 May traverse th' action? -- Better still. Then there's a Lady too -- Aye, marry That's easily prov'd accessary; A widow, who, by solemn vows Contracted to me for my spouse, 660 Combin'd with him to break her word, And has abetted all. -- Good Lord Suborn'd th' aforesaid SIDROPHEL To tamper with the Dev'l of Hell; Who put m' into a horrid fear, 665 Fear of my life. -- Make that appear. Made an assault with fiends and men Upon my body. -- Good agen, And kept me in a deadly fright, And false imprisonment, all night 670 Mean while they robb'd me, and my horse, And stole my saddle. -- Worse and worse. And made me mount upon the bare ridge, T' avoid a wretcheder miscarriage.