Laying to your charge, how you thought him to murder;
And on his part againe, that same man saith furder 5
He never offended you in word nor intent.
To heare you answer hereto, we have now for you sent.
Chat. That I wold have murdered him? fye on him, wretch,
And evil mought he thee[728] for it, our Lord I beseech.
I will swere on al the bookes that opens and shuttes, 10
He faineth this tale out of his owne guttes;
For this seven weekes with me I am sure he sat not downe.
Nay, ye have other minions, in the other end of the towne,