And evil mought he the for it, our Lord I beseech.
I will swear on all the books that opens and shuts,
He feigneth this tale out of his own guts.
For this seven weeks with me, I am sure, he sat not down;
[To D. Rat.] Nay, ye have other minions in the other end of the town,
Where ye were liker to catch such a blow
Than anywhere else, as far as I know.
Baily. Belike then, master doctor, your[291] stripe
there ye got not.
Doctor Rat. Think you I am so mad, that where I was bet, I wot not?[292]