Ware that! Hoow, my wenches! have ye caught the Foxe
That used to make revel among your hennes an Cocks?
Save his life yet for his order, though he susteine some paine.
Gogs bread! I am afraide they wil beate out his braine.
D. Rat. Wo worth the houre that I came heare! 150
And wo worth him that wrought this geare!
A sort of drabs and queanes have me blest—
Was ever creature halfe so evill drest?
Who ever it wrought, and first did invent it
He shall, I warrant him, erre long repent it! 155