He should neuer escape if I had him by the eare,
But euen from his head, I would it bite or teare.
Yea and if one of them were not inowe,
I would bite them both off, I make God auow.
M. Mery. What is he, whome this little mouse doth so threaten?
Tib. Talk. I woulde teache him I trow, to make girles shent or beaten.
M. Mery. I will call hir: Maide with whome are ye so hastie?
Tib. Talk. Not with you sir, but with a little wag-pastie,
A deceiuer of folkes, by subtill craft and guile.
M. Mery. I knowe where she is: Dobinet hath wrought some wile.