Yet at the cunny-borow we should meete. 75
But, harke! I heare the trampling of some feete.
Fran. It may be so, then; therefore lets lye close.
[Enter Mistresse Goursey and Coomes.]
Mis. Gou. Where art thou, Dicke?
Coo. Where am I, quoth a! mary, I may be where any body will say I am; eyther in France, or at Rome, or at Jerusalem, they may say I am, for I am not able to disprove them, because I cannot tell where I am. 82
Mi. Gou. O, what a blindfold walke have we had, Dicke,
To seeke my sonne! and yet I cannot finde him.
Coo. Why, then, mistresse, lets goe home. 85
Mi. Gou. Why, tis so darke we shall not finde the way.