Chat. Give thee thy right, and hang thee up, with all thy beggar's brood!
What, wilt thou make me a thief, and say I stole thy good?
Gammer. Chill say nothing (ich warrant thee), but that ich can prove it well,
Thou fet my good even from my door, cham able this to tell.
Chat. Did I (old witch) steal ought was thine? how should that thing be known?
Gammer. Ich cannot tell, but up thou tookest it, as though it had been thine own.
Chat. Marry, fie on thee, thou old gib, with all my very heart.
Gammer. Nay, fie on thee, thou ramp,[252] thou rig,[253] with all that take thy part.
Chat. A vengeance on those lips that layeth such things to my charge.