Ye know she could do little, and she could not say nay.
Baily. Yea, but he that made one lie about your cock-stealing,
Will not stick to make another, what time lies be in dealing.
I ween the end will prove this brawl did first arise
Upon no other ground but only Diccon's lies.
Chat. Though some be lies, as you belike have espied them:
Yet other some be true, by proof I have well tried them.
Baily. What other thing beside this, dame Chat?
Chat. Marry, sir, even this,