Phi. Mother—
Mi. Ba. How now, sirra, where have ye bin walking?
Phil. Over the meades, halfe way to Milton,[1689] mother,
To beare my friend Franke Goursey company.
Mi. Ba. Wher's your blew coat,[1690] your sword and buckler, sir?
Get you such like habite for a servingman, 221
If you will waight upon the brat of Goursey.
Phil. Mother, that you are moov'd, this maks me wonder,
When I departed I did leave yee friends:
What undigested jarre hath since betided? 225