HOD. No, sir; honest Hodge: but, I pray ye, sir, did ye not meet with a boy with a torch? he is run away from me, a plague on him!
SIR RALPH. Heyday, from Frank and Philip to a torch,
And to a boy! nay, zounds, then, hap as 'twill. [Aside.
[Exeunt SIR RALPH and HODGE severally.
MR GOUR. Who goes there?
[Enter WILL.]
WILL. Guess here.
MR BAR. Philip?
WILL. Philip! no, faith; my name's Will—ill-Will, for I was never worse: I was even now with him, and might have been still, but that I fell into a ditch and lost him, and now I am going up and down to seek him.
MR GOUR. What would'st thou do with him?
WILL. Why, I would have him go with me to my master's.