Bayly. Kepe ye content a while, se that your tonges ye holde.
Me thinkes you shuld remembre this is no place to scolde. 135
How knowest thou, Gammer Gurton, Dame Chat thy nedle had?
Gammer. To name you, sir, the party, chould not be very glad.
Bayly. Yea, but we must nedes heare it, and therfore say it boldly.
Gammer. Such one as told the tale full soberly and coldly,
Even he that loked on—wil sweare on a booke— 140
What time this drunken gossip my faire long neele up tooke,
Diccon, master, the Bedlam, cham very sure ye know him.
Bayly. A false knave, by Gods pitie! ye were but a foole to trow him.