Tis so, upon my life. Well, I will go
And helpe him ring his peale of so ho, so ho! 45
[Exit.]
Enter Franke.[1833]
Fra. A plague on Coomes! a plague upon the boy!
A plague too—not on my mother for an hundreth pound![1834]
Twas time to runne; and yet I had not thought
My mother could have followed me so close,
Her legges with age I thought had foundered; 50
She made me quite runne through a quickset hedge,