MRS BAR. Well, now to look for her.
MAL. Ay, there's the spite:
What trick shall I now have to 'scape her light? [Aside.]
MRS BAR. Who's there? what, minion, is it you?—
Beshrew her heart, what a fright she put me to!
But I am glad I found her, though I was afraid. [Aside.]
Come on your ways; you are[356] a handsome maid!
Why [steal] you forth a-doors so late at night?
Why, whither go ye? come, stand still, I say.
MAL. No, indeed, mother; this is my best way.
MRS BAR. 'Tis not the best way; stand by me, I tell ye.
MAL. No; you would catch me, mother. O, I smell ye!
MRS BAR. Will ye not stand still?
MAL. No, by lady, no.
MRS BAR. But I will make ye.
MAL. Nay, then, trip-and-go.