That used to make revel among your hens and cocks?
Save his life yet for his order, though he sustain some pain.
Gog's bread, I am afraid they will beat out his brain.
Doctor Rat. Woe worth the hour that I came here;
And woe worth him that wrought this gear,
A sort of drabs and queans have me blest,
Was ever creature half so evil drest?
Whoever it wrought, and first did invent it,
He shall, I warrant him, ere long repent it.
I will spend all I have without my skin,