_Bayly._ If Doctor Rat be not deceived, it was of another sort. _D. Rat._ By Gods mother, thou and he be a cople of suttle foxes! Betweene you and Hodge, I beare away the boxes. Did not Diccon apoynt the place, wher thou shuldst stand to mete him? 180 _Chat._ Yes, by the masse, and if he came, bad me not sticke to speet[745] hym. _D. Rat._ Gods sacrament! the villain knave hath drest us round about! He is the cause of all this brawle, that dyrty shitten loute! When Gammer Gurton here complained, and made a ruful mone, I heard him sweare that you had gotten hir nedle that was gone; 185 And this to try, he furder said, he was ful loth; how be it He was content with small adoe to bring me where to see it. And where ye sat, he said ful certain, if I wold folow his read, Into your house a privy way he wold me guide and leade, And where ye had it in your hands, sewing about a clowte, 190 And set me in the backe hole, therby to finde you out: And whiles I sought a quietnes, creping upon my knees, I found the weight of your dore bar for my reward and fees. Such is the lucke that some men gets, while they begin to mel In setting at one such as were out, minding to make al wel. 195 _Hodge._ Was not wel blest, Gammer, to scape that stoure?[746] And chad ben there, Then chad been drest,[747] be like, as ill, by the masse, as Gaffar Vicar. _Bayly._ Mary, sir, here is a sport alone; I loked for such an end. If Diccon had not playd the knave, this had ben sone amend. My gammer here he made a foole, and drest hir as she was; 200 And Goodwife Chat he set to scole, till both partes cried alas; And D[octor] Rat was not behind, whiles Chat his crown did pare. I wold the knave had ben starke blind, if Hodg had not his share. _Hodge._ Cham meetly wel sped alredy amongs, cham drest lik a coult! And chad not had the better wit, chad bene made a doult. 205 _Bayly._ Sir knave, make hast Diccon were here, fetch him, where ever he bee! _Chat._ Fie on the villaine, fie, fie! that makes us thus agree! _Gammer._ Fie on him, knave, with al my hart! now fie! and fie againe! _D. Rat._ Now "fie on him!" may I best say, whom he hath almost slaine. _Bayly._ Lo where he commeth at hand, belike he was not fare! 210 Diccon, heare be two or three thy company can not spare. _Diccon._ God blesse you, and you may be blest, so many al at once. _Chat._ Come knave, it were a good deed to geld the, by Cockes bones! Seest not thy handiwarke? Sir Rat, can ye forbeare him?