Since my true love is gone, I never more,
Whilst I do live, upon the sky will pore;
But in the dark will wear out my shoe-soles
In passion, in Saint Faith's Church under Paul's. [Exit.
Wife. George, call Ralph hither; if you love me, call Ralph hither. I have the bravest thing for him to do, George; prithee call him quickly.
Cit. Ralph, why Ralph, boy!
Enter Ralph.
Ralph. Here, sir.
Cit. Come hither, Ralph, come to thy mistress, boy.