My sister's faire, Franke Goursie he is rich;
Her[1703] dowrie too will be sufficient; 335
Franke's yong,[1704] and youth is apt to love;
And, by my troth, my sisters maiden head
Standes like a game at tennis,—if the ball
Hit into the hole, or hazard, farewell all!
Ma. Bar. How now, where's Hugh? 340
[Enter Nicholas.]
Phil. Why, what doth this proverbial with us?
Why, where's Hugh?