Chat. Mary syr, even this. 170
The tale I tolde before, the selfe same tale it was his;
He gave me, like a frende, warning against my losse,
Els had my hens be stolne eche one, by Gods crosse!
He tolde me Hodge wold come, and in he came indeede,
But as the matter chaunsed, with greater hast than speede. 175
This truth was said, and true was found, as truly I report.
Bayly. If Doctor Rat be not deceived, it was of another sort.
D. Rat. By Gods mother, thou and he be a cople of suttle foxes!
Betweene you and Hodge, I beare away the boxes.