My gammer here he made a foole, and drest hir as she was; 200
And Goodwife Chat he set to scole, till both partes cried alas;
And D[octor] Rat was not behind, whiles Chat his crown did pare.
I wold the knave had ben starke blind, if Hodg had not his share.
Hodge. Cham meetly wel sped alredy amongs, cham drest lik a coult!
And chad not had the better wit, chad bene made a doult. 205
Bayly. Sir knave, make hast Diccon were here, fetch him, where ever he bee!
Chat. Fie on the villaine, fie, fie! that makes us thus agree!
Gammer. Fie on him, knave, with al my hart! now fie! and fie againe!
D. Rat. Now "fie on him!" may I best say, whom he hath almost slaine.