MRS BAR. Mistress, I'll make ye weary, ere I have done.
MAL. Faith, mother, then, I'll try, how you can run.
MRS BAR. Will ye?
MAL. Yes, faith. [Exeunt.
Enter [FRANK and BOY.]
FRAN. Mall, sweet-heart, Mall! what, not a word?
BOY. A little farther, master; call again.
FRAN. Why, Mall! I prythee, speak; why, Mall, I say!
I know thou art not far, if thou wilt[357] speak;
Why, Mall!—
But now I see she's in her merry vein,
To make me call, and put me to more pain.
Well, I must bear with her; she'll bear with me:
But I will call, lest that it be not so.—
What, Mall! what, Mall, I say! Boy, are we right?
Have we not miss'd the way this same dark night?
BOY. Mass, it may be so: as I am true[358] man,
I have not seen a coney since I came;
Yet at the coney-burrow we should meet.
But, hark! I hear the trampling of some feet.
FRAN. It may be so, then; therefore, let's lie close.