O God, would I were married! be my troth,
But if I be not, I sweare Ile keepe my oath.
Ent. Mi. Ba.
[Mi. Ba.] How now, minion, wher have you bin gadding?
Mall. Forsooth, my father called me forth to him.
Mi. Bar. Your father! and what said he too ye, I pray? 185
Mall. Nothing, forsooth.
Mi. Bar. Nothing! that cannot be; something he said.
Mall. I, somthing that as good as nothing was.
Mi. Bar. Come, let me heare that somthing nothing, then.