MRS BAR. I marvel where this wench doth[353] hide herself
So closely; I have search'd in many a bush.
MAL. Belike my mother took me for a thrush. [Aside.]
MRS BAR. She's hid in this same warren, I'll lay money.
MAL. Close as a rabbit-sucker[354] from an old coney. [Aside.]
MRS BAR. O God, I would to God that I could find her!
I would keep her from her love's toys yet.
MAL. Ay, so you might, if your daughter had no wit. [Aside.]
MRS BAR. What a vild[355] girl 'tis, that would hav't so young!
MAL. A murrain take that dissembling tongue!
Ere your calf's teeth were out, you thought it long. [Aside.]
MRS BAR. But, minion, yet I'll keep you from the man.
MAL. To save a lie, mother, say, if you can. [Aside.]