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