Chat. Yes, by the mass; and, if he came, bad me not stick to spite him.
Doctor Rat. God's sacrament! the villain knave hath dress'd us round about;
He is the cause of all this brawl, that dirty shitten lout,
When Gammer Gurton here complained, and made a rueful moan,
I heard him swear that you had gotten her needle that was gone.
And this to try, he further said, he was full loth: howbeit
He was content with small ado to bring me where to see it.
And where he sat, he said, full certain, if I would follow his reed,
Into your house a privy way he would me guide and lead,
And where ye had it in your hands, sewing about a clout,