I would spend myself a shilling to have him swinged well.
Chat. I am as glad as a woman can be of this thing to hear tell;
By Gog's bones, when he cometh, now that I know the matter,
He shall sure at the first skip to leap in scalding water:
With a worse turn besides: when he will, let him come.
Diccon. I tell you as my sister; you know what meaneth mum.
Now lack I but my doctor to play his part again. [Aside.
And lo, where he cometh towards, peradventure to his pain. [Leaves Mother Chat.
Doctor Rat. What good news, Diccon? fellow, is mother Chat at home?
Diccon. She is, sir, and she is not; but it please her to whom: