Bayly. Lo where he commeth at hand, belike he was not fare! 210
Diccon, heare be two or three thy company can not spare.
Diccon. God blesse you, and you may be blest, so many al at once.
Chat. Come knave, it were a good deed to geld the, by Cockes bones!
Seest not thy handiwarke? Sir Rat, can ye forbeare him?
Diccon. A vengeance on those hands lite, for my hands cam not nere hym. 215
The horsen priest hath lift the pot in some of these alewyves chayres
That his head wolde not serve him, belyke, to come downe the stayres.
Bayly. Nay, soft! thou maist not play the knave, and have this language to!
If thou thy tong bridle a while, the better maist thou do.