Ile play bo peepe with her behind this tree.
[Enter Mistresse Barnes, with a torch.]
Mis. Ba. I marvell where this wench doth[1821] hide her selfe
So closely; I have searcht in many a bush. 30
Mal. Belike my mother tooke me for a thrush. [Aside.]—
Mis. Bar. Shees hid in this same warren, Ile lay money.
Mal. Close as a rabbet sucker[1822] from an olde conney. [Aside.]
Mi. Bar. O God, I would to God that I could find her!
I would keepe her from her loves toyes yet. 35
Mal. I, so you might, if your daughter had no wit. [Aside.]