MR GOUR. Who's thy master?
WILL. Why, Sir Ralph Smith; and thither he promis'd me he would come; if he keep his word, so 'tis.
MR BAR. What was a[410] doing, when thou first found'st him?
WILL. Why, he halloo'd for one Francis, and Francis halloo'd for him; I halloo'd for my master, and my master for me; but we miss'd still, meeting contrary, Philip and Francis with me and my master, and I and my master with Philip and Frank.
MR GOUR. Why, wherefore is Sir Ralph so late abroad?
WILL. Why, he meant to kill a buck; I'll say so to save his honesty, but my Nan was his mark [Aside]. And he sent me for his bow, and when I came, I halloo'd for him; but I never saw such luck to miss him; it hath almost made me mad.
MR BAR. Well, stay with us; perhaps Sir Ralph and he will come anon: hark! I do hear one halloo.
Enter PHILIP.
PHIL. Is this broad waking in a winter's night?
I am broad walking in a winter's night—
Broad indeed, because I am abroad—
But these broad fields, methinks, are not so broad
That they may keep me forth of narrow ditches.
Here's a hard world!
For I can hardly keep myself upright in it:
I am marvellous dutiful—but, so ho!
WILL. So ho!