For when she took it up, even here before your doors:
What, soft, dame Chat (quoth I), that same is none of yours.
Avaunt (quoth she), sir knave, what pratest thou of that I find?
I would thou hadst kiss'd me I wot where: (she meant I know behind)
And home she went as brag as it had been a body-louse,[238]
And I after her, as bold as it had been the goodman of the house:
But there, and ye had heard her, how she began to scold,
The tongue it went on patins, by him that Judas sold!
Each other word I was a knave, and you a whore of whores,
Because I spake in your behalf, and said the nee'le was yours.