What? I can no sooner wish, but by and by I have!

God save mine eyesight, methink I see a knave.

What, captain! how goeth the world with you?

Why, now I see the old proverb to be true;

Like will to like, both with Christian, Turk, and Jew.

Marry, Philip, even as I was wont to do:

Philip. Ralph Roister told me that I should find Hance here,

Where is he, that he doth not appear?

New. I hold twenty pound the knave is blind.

Turn about, Philip Fleming, and look behind.