Lor. Nay, Ile not passe it so. |Mis. Oh, oh.|
A Boy. Faith, Ile be in too,
Mis. Oh!
Enter two Old Women and Swash.
Aur. Againe, for me too, I will vye it. |Mis. Oh.|
Atl. And for me, Ile not deny it. |Mis. Oh.|
Lor. Ile see you, and revy’t agen. |Mis. Oh, oh.|
Scold. For your two, Ile put in ten. |Mis. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.|
Aur. How now? stay, who’s this?
Swash. I could not find the way out of the Orchard,