Mal. Nay, then, trip and goe.
Mi. Bar. Mistresse, Ile make ye wearie ere I have done.
Mal. Faith, mother, then, Ile trie how you can runne.
Mis. Bar. Will ye? 60
Mal. Yes, faith.
Exeunt.
Enter [Franke and Boy.]
Fran. Mal, sweet heart, Mall! what, not a word?
Boy. A little further; call againe.
Fran. Why, Mal! I prethie, speake; why, Mal, I say!