Se ye not what is here? a hole wherin ye may creepe
Into the house, and sodenly unwares among them leape;
There shal ye finde the bitchfox and the neele together.
Do as I bid you, man, come on your wayes hether!
D. Rat. Art thou sure, Diccon, the swil-tub standes not here aboute? 140
Diccon. I was within my selfe, man, even now, there is no doubt.
Go softly, make no noyse; give me your foote, Sir John.
Here will I waite upon you, tyl you come out anone.
D. Rat. Helpe, Diccon! out, alas! I shal be slaine among them!
Diccon. If they give you not the nedle, tel them that ye will hang them. 145