To hunt, and not to kill, is hunters sorrow.

Come, ladie, weell have venson ere to morrow.

Exeunt.

[Scene Eighth. In front of Barneses House.]

Enter Philip and Frank [and Boy].

Phil. Come, Franke, now we are hard by the[1760] house:

But how now, sad?

Fran. No, to studie how to woe thy sister.

Phil. How, man? how to woe her! why, no matter how;

I am sure thou wilt not be ashamed to woe. 5