Yet did I take her tardy, as subtle as she was.
Doctor Rat. The thing that thou went'st for, hast thou brought it to pass?
Diccon. I have done that I have done, be it worse, be it better.
And dame Chat at her wits-end I have almost set her.
Doctor Rat. Why, hast thou spied the nee'le: quickly, I pray thee tell?
Diccon. I have spied it in faith, sir, I handled myself so well;
And yet the crafty quean had almost take my trump;
But, ere all came to an end, I set her in a dump.
Doctor Rat. How so, I pray thee, Diccon?
Diccon. Marry, sir, will ye hear?