Mul. I do, I do.
Ph. God send ye both good speed! Gods Lord, my mother!
Stand aside, and closely too, least that you be espied.[1785] 165
[Enter Mistresse Barnes.]
Mi. Ba. Whose there?
Phi. Mother, tis I.
Mis. Ba. You disobedient ruffen, carlesse wretch,
That said your father lovde me but too well!
Ile thinke on't when thou thinkst I have forgotten[1786] it: 170
Whose with thee else?—How now, minion? you!