And lo where he commeth towards, peradventure to his paine!
D. Rat. What good newes, Diccon, fellow? is Mother Chat at home?
Diccon. She is, syr, and she is not, but it please her to whome;
Yet did I take her tardy, as subtle as she was. 110
D. Rat. The thing that thou wentst for, hast thou brought it to passe?
Diccon. I have done that I have done, be it worse, be it better,
And Dame Chat at her wyts ende I have almost set her.
D. Rat. Why, hast thou spied the neele? quickly, I pray thee, tell!
Diccon. I have spyed it, in faith, sir, I handled my selfe so well; 115
And yet the crafty queane had almost take my trumpe.