Ech other worde I was a knave, and you a hore of hores,
Because I spake in your behalfe, and sayde the neele was yours.
Gammer. Gogs bread, and thinks that that callet thus to kepe my neele me fro?
Diccon. Let her alone, and she minds non other but even to dresse you so.
Gammer. By the masse, chil rather spend the cote that is on my backe! 40
Thinks the false quean by such a slygh[t] that chill my neele lacke?
Diccon. Slepe[693] not you[r] gere, I counsell you, but of this take good hede:
Let not be knowen I told you of it, how well soever ye spede.
Gammer. Chil in, Diccon, a cleene aperne to take and set before me;
And ich may my neele once see, chil, sure, remember the! 45