Alas, I have nor light, nor linke, nor torche!
Though it be darke, I will take any paines
To crosse this match. I prethy, Dick, away. 430
Coo. Mistris, because I brought ye out, Ile bring ye home; but, if I should follow, so hee might have the law on his side.
Mi. Go. Come, tis no matter; prethee, goe with me.
Exeunt [Mistress Goursey and Coomes.]
M. Ba. Philip, thy mothers gone to seeke thy sister,
And in a rage, i faith: but who comes heere? 435
Ph. Olde master Goursey, as I thinke, tis he.
M. Ba. Tis so, indeed.