Then I, to save my goods, took so much pains as him to watch;
And as good fortune served me, it was my chance him for to catch.
What strokes he bare away, or other what was his gains,
I wot not, but I am sure he had something for his pains.
Baily. Yet tell'st thou not who it was.
Chat. Who it was? A false thief,
That came like a false fox, my pullen[293] to kill and mischief.
Baily. But knowest thou not his name?
Chat. I know it, but what then?
It was that crafty cullion[294] Hodge, my Gammer Gurton's man.