I know thou art not farre, if thou wilt not[1824] speake; 65
Why, Mal!—
But now I see shees in her merry vaine,
To make me call, and put me to more paine.
Well, I must beare with her; sheel beare with me:
But I will call, least that it be not so.— 70
What, Mal! what, Mall, I say!—Boy, are we right?
Have we not mist the way this same darke night?
Boy. Masse, it may be so: as I am true man,
I have not seen a cunny since I came;