Phi. What, backeward gone!
Fra. Phillip, no whit backward; that is, on.
Phi. On, then.
Fra. O, stay!
Phil. Tush, there is no good lucke in this delay: 65
Come, come, late commers, man, are shent.
Fra. Heigh ho, I feare I shall repent!
Well, which waye, Phillip?[1736]
Phi. Why, this way.
Fra. Canst thou tell,