Nettle in, Dock out

Sometime since, turning over the leaves of Clarke's *Chaucer*, I stumbled on the following passage in "Troilus and Cressida," vol. ii. p. 104.:— "Thou biddest me that I should love another All freshly newe, and let Creseidé go, It li'th not in my power levé brother, And though I might, yet would I not do so: But can'st thou playen racket to and fro, *Nettle' in Dock out*, now this now that, Pandare? Now foulé fall her for thy woe that care." I was delighted to find the charm for a nettle sting, so familiar to my childish ear, was as old as Chaucer's time, and exceedingly surprised to stumble o…