I will entreate thy master let thee goe.
Hod. O, I, I warrant ye, Ile have fine tricks to cousen them.
M. Gou. Well, sir, then, go your waies; I give you leave.
Hod. O brave! but where about are they?
Phil. About our cunny green they surely are, 465
If thou canst find them.
Hod. O, let me alone to grope for cunnies. [Gives Phil. the torch, and] exit.
Phi. Well, now will I to Franke and to my sister.
Stand you two harkning neere the cunny greene,
But sure your light in you must not be seene; 470