She layeth the fault in such a one, as I know was not there.
Chat. Was he not thear? loke on his pate, that shal be his witnes! 60
D. Rat. I wold my head were half so hole; I wold seeke no redresse!
Bayly. God blesse you, Gammer Gurton!
Gammer. God dylde you,[732] master mine!
Bayly. Thou hast a knave within thy house—Hodge, a servant of thine;
They tel me that busy knave is such a filching one,
That hen, pig, goose or capon, thy neighbour can have none. 65
Gammer. By God, cham much ameved,[733] to heare any such reporte!
Hodge was not wont, ich trow, to have[734] him in that sort.