But what is that to this man, since this was not he?
Baily. Who was it, then? let's hear.
Doctor Rat. Alas, sir, ask you that?
Is it not made plain enough by the own mouth of dame Chat?
The time agreeth, my head is broken, her tongue cannot lie;
Only upon a bare nay, she saith it was not I.
Chat. No, marry, was it not indeed, ye shall hear by this one thing.
This afternoon a friend of mine for good-will gave me warning.
And bad me well look to my roost and all my capons' pens;
For if I took not better heed, a knave would have my hens.