Ma. Come, no more of that, Doll. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter Hylas, and Thomas.
Hyl. I heard the doors clap; now, and't be thy will, wench.
By th' Mass she comes; you are surely met fair Gentlewoman,
I take it, Mistress Doll Sebastians Daughter.
Thom. I take right, Sir; Hylas, are you ferretting?
I'll fit you with a penny-worth presently.
Hyl. How dare you walk so late, sweet, so weak guarded?
Thom. 'Faith Sir, I do no harm, nor none I look for,
Yet I am glad I have met so good a Gentleman,
Against all chances; for though I never knew ye,
Yet I have heard much good spoke of ye.
Hyl. Hark ye,
What if a man should kiss ye?
Thom. That's no harm, Sir;
'Pray God he 'scapes my Beard, there lies the mischief.