Mal. Franke, Franke, I come through dangers, death, and harmes,
To make loves patent[1780] with my[1781] seale of armes. 136
Phi. But, sister, softly, least my mother heare.
Mal. Hush, then: mum, mouse in cheese,[1782] cat is neere.
Exit Mal.[1783]
Fran. Now, in good faith, Philip, this makes me smile,
That I have woed and wonne in so small while. 140
Phi. Francis, indeed, my sister, I dare say,
Was not determined to say thee nay;
For this same tother thing, calde maiden-head,