PHIL. Why, that which was persuaded by thy father.
FRAN. That's ay then[291]. Ay. O, should it fall out ill,
Then I, for I am guilty of that ill!—
I'll not be guilty. No.
PHIL. What, backward gone!
FRAN. Philip, no whit backward; that is, on.
PHIL. On, then.
FRAN. O, stay!
PHIL. Tush, there is no good luck in this delay.
Come, come; late-comers, man, are shent.
FRAN. Heigho, I fear I shall repent!
Well, which way, Philip[292]?
PHIL. Why, this way.
FRAN. Canst thou tell,
And takest upon thee to be my guide to hell?—
But which way, father?