Gammer. Now, gentle Diccon, do so, and, good sir, let us trudge.
D. Rat. By the masse, I may not tarry so long to be your judge.
Diccon. Tys but a little while, man; what! take so much paine! 60
If I here no newes of it, I wil come sooner againe.
Hodge. Tary so much, good Master Doctor, of your gentlenes!
D. Rat. Then let us hie us inward, and, Diccon, speede thy busines.
Diccon.[722] Now, sirs, do you no more, but kepe my counsaile juste,
And Doctor Rat shall thus catch some good, I trust. 65
But Mother Chat, my gossop, talke first with-all I must:
For she must be chiefe captaine to lay the Rat in the dust.