I should not then have hit him with an ase.
Mis. Bar. Right, by the Lord! a plague upon the bones!
Mi. Gou. And a hot mischiefe on the curser too! 175
M. Bar. How now, wife?
M. Gour. Why, whats the matter, woman?
Mi. Gou. It is no matter: I am——
Mis. Bar. I, you are——
Mi. Gou. What am I? 180
Mis. Bar. Why, thats as you will be ever.
Mis. Gou. That's every day as good as Barneses wife.