This profe I trow may serve, though I no word spoke!
(Showing his broken head.) Div
Chat. Bicause thy head is broken, was it I that it broke? 25
I saw thee, Rat, I tel thee, not once within this fortnight.
D. Rat. No mary, thou sawest me not, for why thou hadst no light;
But I felt thee for al the darke, beshrew thy smothe cheekes!
And thou groped me, this wil declare any day this six weekes.
(Showing his heade.)
Bayly. Answere me to this, M[ast] Rat: when caught you this harme of yours? 30
D. Rat. A while ago, sir, God he knoweth, within les then these two houres.