He showeth himselfe herein, ye see, so very a coxe, 230
The cat was not so madly alured by the foxe
To run into the snares was set for him, doubtlesse;
For he leapt in for myce, and this Sir John for madnes.
D. Rat. Well, and ye shift no better, ye losel, lyther, and lasye,
I will go neare for this to make ye leape at a dasye.[748] 235
In the kings name, Master Bayly, I charge you set him fast.
Diccon. What, faste at cardes, or fast on slepe? it is the thing I did last.
D. Rat. Nay, fast in fetters, false varlet, according to thy deedes.
Bayly. Master Doctor, ther is no remedy, I must intreat you needes