MRS BAR. Well, I will find a time to be reveng'd:
Meantime I'll keep my daughter from thy son.—
Where are ye, minion? how now, are ye gone?
PHIL. She went in, mother.
MRS GOUR. Francis, where are ye?
MRS BAR. He is not here. O, then, they slipp'd away,
And both together!
PHIL. I'll assure ye, no:
My sister she went in—into the house.
MRS BAR. But then she'll out again at the back door,
And meet with him: but I will search about
All these same fields and paths near to my house:
They are not far, I am sure, if I make haste.
[Exit.
MRS GOUR. O God, how went he hence, I did not see him?
It was when Barnes's wife did scold with me;
A plague on[349] her!—Dick, why didst not thou look to him?
COOMES. What should I look for him? no, no.
I look not for him while[350] to-morrow morning.
MRS GOUR. Come, go with me to help me look him out.
Alas! I have nor light, nor link, nor torch!
Though it be dark, I will take any pains
To cross this match. I prithee, Dick, away.
COOMES. Mistress, because I brought ye out, I'll bring ye home; but, if I should follow, so he might have the law on his side.