MRS GOUR. Come, 'tis no matter; prythee, go with me.
Exeunt [MRS GOURSEY and COOMES.]
MR BAR. Philip, thy mother's gone to seek thy sister,
And in a rage, i'faith: but who comes here?
PHIL. Old Master Goursey, as I think, 'tis he.
MR BAR. 'Tis so, indeed.
[Enter MASTER GOURSEY.]
MR GOUR. Who's there?
MR BAR. A friend of yours.
MR GOUR. What, Master Barnes! did ye not see my wife?
MR BAR. Yes, sir, I saw her; she was here even now.