There shall ye find the bitch-fox and the nee'le together.
Do as I bid you, man, come on your ways hither.
Doctor Rat. Art thou sure, Diccon, the swill-tub stands not hereabout?
Diccon. I was within myself, man, even now, there is no doubt.
Go softly, make no noise, give me your foot, sir John,
Here will I wait upon you, till you come out anon. [D. Rat creeps in.
Doctor Rat [calling from within]. Help, Diccon,
out alas, I shall be slain among them.
Diccon. If they give you not the needle, tell them that ye will hang them.
Ware that! how, my wenches, have ye caught the fox,