And Doll your maid the legs she hid a foot-deep in the dung.
Chat. O gracious God, my heart it bursts!
Diccon. Well, rule yourself a space.
And Gammer Gurton, when she cometh anon into this place,
Then to the quean let's see: tell her your mind, and spare not.
So shall Diccon blameless be; and then go to, I care not.
Chat. Then, whore, beware her throat, I can abide no longer:
In faith, old witch, it shall be seen which of us two be stronger;
And Diccon, but at your request I would not stay one hour.
Diccon. Well, keep it in, till she be here, and then out let it pour.