Doctor Rat. Is not this evil enough, I pray you, as you think?
[Showing his broken head.
Baily. Yea, but a man in the dark oft[289] chances to wink,
As soon he smites his father as any other man,
Because, for lack of light, discern him he ne can.
Might it not have been your luck with a spit to have been slain?
Doctor Rat. I think I am little better, my scalp is cloven to the brain:
If there be all the remedy, I know who bears the knocks.[290]
Baily. By my troth, and well worthy besides to kiss the stocks.
To come in on the back side, when ye might go about,