So didst thou say the other day, that I had stol'n thy cock.
And roasted him to my breakfast, which shall not be forgotten:
The devil pull out thy lying tongue, and teeth that be so rotten.
Gammer. Give me my nee'le; as for my cock, chould be very loth,
That chould here tell he should hang on thy false faith and troth.
Baily. Your talk is such, I can scarce learn who should be most in fault.
Gammer. Yet shall ye find no other wight, save she, by bread and salt.
Baily. Keep ye content a while, see that your tongues ye hold;
Methinks you should remember, this is no place to scold.
How knowest thou, Gammer Gurton, dame Chat thy needle had?