There I wil have you sweare by our dere Lady of Bullaine,
Saint Dunstone, and Saint Donnyke, with the three kings of Kullaine,
That ye shal keepe it secret.
Chat.
Gogs bread! that will I doo!
As secret as mine owne thought, by God and the devil two!
Diccon, Here is Gammer Gurton, your neighbour, a sad and hevy wight:
Her goodly faire red cock at home was stole this last night.
Chat, Gogs soul! her cock with the yelow legs, that nightly crowed so just?
Diccon. That cock is stollen.