Diccon. Nay, soft a little yet,
I would not tell my sister, the matter is so great,
There, I will have you swear by Our Dear Lady of Boulogne,[223]
Saint Dunstan and Saint Dominic, with the three Kings of Cologne,[224]
That ye shall keep it secret.
Chat. Gog's bread, that will I do,
As secret as mine own thought, by God and the devil too.[225]
Diccon. Here is Gammer Gurton, your neighbour, a sad and heavy wight,
Her goodly fair red cock at home was stole this last night.