MR GOUR. Ay, and our wives? we cannot meet with them,
Nor with the boy, nor Mall, nor Frank, nor Philip,
Nor yet with Coomes, and yet we ne'er stood still.
Well, I am very angry with my wife,
And she shall find I am not pleas'd with her,
If we meet ne'er so soon: but 'tis my hope[408]
She hath had as blind a journey on't as we;
Pray God, she have, and worse, if worse may be!
MR BAR. This is but short-liv'd envy[409], Master Goursey:
But, come, what say ye to my policy?
MR GOUR. I'faith, 'tis good, and we will practise it;
But, sir, it must be handled cunningly,
Or all is marr'd; our wives have subtle heads,
And they will soon perceive a drift device.
Enter SIR RALPH SMITH.
SIR RALPH. So ho!
MR GOUR. So ho!
SIR RALPH. Who there?
MR BAR. Here's one or two.
SIR RALPH. Is Will there?
MR BAR. No. Philip?