PHIL. Who's there?
WILL. Here's Will.
PHIL. What, Will! how 'scap'st thou?
WILL. What, sir?
PHIL. Nay, not hanging, but drowning: wert thou in a pond or a ditch?
WILL. A pestilence on it! is't you, Philip? no, faith, I was but dirty a little: but here's one or two ask'd for ye.
PHIL. Who be they, man?
MR BAR. Philip, 'tis I and Master Goursey.
PHIL. Father, O father, I have heard them say
The days of ignorance are pass'd and done;
But I am sure the nights of ignorance
Are not yet pass'd, for this is one of them.
But where's my sister?
MR BAR. Why, we cannot tell.