Pier. This way she took: search, my sweet gentlemen.
How now, Balurdo, canst thou meet with anybody? 221
Bal. As I am true gentleman, I made my horse sweat, that he hath ne’er a dry thread on him: and I can meet with no living creature, but men and beasts. In good sadness,[153] I would have sworn I had seen Mellida even now; for I saw a thing stir under a hedge, and I peep’d, and I spied a thing, and I peer’d, and I tweer’d[154] underneath:
and truly a right wise man might have been deceived, for it was——.
Pier. What, in the name of heaven? 230
Bal. A dun cow.
Feli. Sh’ad ne’er a kettle[155] on her head?
Pier. Boy, did’st thou see a young lady pass this way?
Gal. Why speak you not?
Bal. God’s neaks, proud elf, give the Duke reverence!
Stand bare with a——.
Whogh! heavens bless me! Mellida, Mellida!
Pier. Where man, where?