Baily. Call me the knave hither, he shall sure kiss the stocks.
I shall teach him a lesson for filching hens or cocks.
Doctor Rat. I marvel, Master Baily, so bleared be your eyes!
An egg is not so full of meat, as she is full of lies:
When she hath played this prank, to excuse all this gear,
She layeth the fault on such a one as I know was not there.
Chat. Was he not there? look on his pate; that shall be his witness.
Doctor Rat. I would my head were half so whole, I would seek no redress.
Baily. God bless you, Gammer Gurton.
Gammer. God 'eild[295] ye, master mine.