MAL. How now, who's there?
PHIL. 'Tis I.
MAL. 'Tis I! Who I? I, quoth the dog, or what?
A Christcross row I?[320]
PHIL. No, sweet pinkany.[321]
MAL. O, is't you, wild-oats?
PHIL. Ay, forsooth, wanton.
MAL. Well said, scapethrift.
FRAN. Philip, be these your usual best salutes? [Aside.]
PHIL. Is this the harmless chiding of that dove? [Aside.]
FRAN. Dove! One of those that draw the queen of love? [Aside.]