And help me to my neele, for Gods sake and Saint Charitie!
D. Rat. Come nere, Diccon, and let us heare what thou can expresse.
Wilt thou be sworne thou seest Dame Chat this womans neele have? 40
Diccon. Nay, by S. Benit, wil I not, then might ye thinke me rave!
Gammer. Why, didst not thou tel me so even here? canst thou for shame deny it?
Diccon. I, mary, Gammer; but I said I would not abide by it.
D. Rat. Will you say a thing, and not sticke to it to trie it?
Diccon. "Stick to it," quoth you, Master Rat? mary, sir, I defy it! 45
Nay, there is many an honest man, when he suche blastes hath blowne
In his freindes eares, he woulde be loth the same by him were knowne.