[Enter Master Goursey.]
M. Gour. Whoes there?
M. Bar. A friend of yours.
M. Gou. What, master Barnes! did ye not see my wife? 440
M. Bar. Yes, sir, I saw her; she was heere even now.
M. Gou. I doubted that; that made me come unto you:
But whether is she gone?
Phil. To seeke your sonne, who slipt away from her
To meete with Mall my sister in a place 445
Where I appointed; and my mother too