Nor all the frends thou hast in this shall not intreate mee!
Mine owne goods I will have, and aske the no[701] beleve,[702]
What, woman! pore folks must have right, though the thing you aggreve. 10
Chat. Give thee thy right, and hang the up, with al thy baggers broode!
What, wilt thou make me a theefe, and say I stole thy good?
Gammer. Chil say nothing, ich warrant thee, but that ich can prove it well.
Thou fet my good even from my doore, cham able this to tel!
Chat. Dyd I, olde witche, steale oft[703] was thine? how should that thing be knowen? 15
Gammer. Ich can no tel; but up thou tokest it as though it had ben thine owne,
Chat. Mary, fy on thee, thou old gyb, with al my very hart!