Baily. This is the case; you lost your nee'le about the doors;
And she answers again, she hase no cock of yours;
Thus in your talk and action, from that you do intend,
She is whole five mile wide from that she doth defend.
Will you say she hath your cock?
Gammer. No, marry, sir, that chill not.
Baily. Will you confess her nee'le?
Chat. Will I? no, sir, will I not.
Baily. Then there lieth all the matter.
Gammer. Soft, master, by the way,