And goodwife Chat he set to scold,[306] till both parts[307] cried, alas!
And Doctor Rat was not behind, whiles Chat his crown did pare;
I would the knave had been stark blind, if Hodge had not his share.
Hodge. Cham meetly well-sped already among's, cham dress'd like a colt;
Hodge. Cham meetly well-sped already among's, cham dress'd like a colt;
And chad not had the better wit, chad been made a dolt.
Baily. Sir knave, make haste Diccon were here; fetch him, wherever he be.
Chat. Fie on the villain, fie, fie, that makes us thus agree!
Gammer. Fie on him, knave, with all my heart, now fie, and fie again!
Doctor Rat. Now fie on him, may I best say, whom he hath almost slain.