Gammer. To name you, sir, the party, chould not be very glad.
Baily. Yea, but we must needs hear it, and therefore say it boldly.
Gammer. Such one as told the tale full soberly and coldly,
Even he that looked on, will swear on a book,
What time this drunken gossip my fair long nee'le up took:
Diccon (Master) the bedlam, cham very sure ye know him.
Baily. A false knave, by God's pity! ye were but a fool to trow him.
I durst aventure well the price of my best cap,
That when the end is known, all will turn to a jape.[304]
Told he not you that besides she stole your cock that tide?