Fran. I pray God, ye may not, mother, till it be day! [Aside.]
Coo. Sbloud, take heed, mistris, heres a tree.
Mis. Go. Lead thou the way, and let me hold by thee.
Bo. Dick Coome, what difference is there between a blind man and he that cannot see? 91
Fra. Peace, a poxe on thee!
Coo. Swounds, some body spake.
Mi. Gou. Dicke, looke about;
It may be here we may finde them out. 95
Coo. I see the glimpse[1825] of some body heere.—
And ye be a sprite, Ile fraie the bug beare.—