MR GOUR. If they be friends, by promise we agree.
MR BAR. And may this league of friendship ever be!
PHIL. What say'st thou, Frank? doth not this fall out well?
FRAN. Yes, if my Mall were here, then all were well.
Enter SIR RALPH SMITH with MALL. [MALL stays behind.]
SIR RALPH. Yonder they be, Mall: stay, stand close, and stir not
Until I call. God save ye, gentlemen!
MR BAR. What, Sir Ralph Smith! you are welcome, man:
We wond'red when we heard you were abroad.
SIR RALPH. Why, sir, how heard ye that I was abroad?
MR BAR. By your man.
SIR RALPH. My man! where is he?