But I felt thee for all the dark, beshrew thy smooth cheeks!
And thou groped me, this will declare any day this six weeks. [Showing his head.
Baily. Answer me to this, Master Rat, when caught you this harm of yours?
Doctor Rat. A while ago, sir, God he knoweth; within less than these two hours.
Baily. Dame Chat, was there none with you (confess, i' faith) about that season?
What, woman, let it be what it will, 'tis neither felony nor treason.
Chat. Yes, by my faith, Master Baily, there was a knave not far,
Who caught one good filip on the brow with a door-bar.
And well was he worthy, as it seemed to me: