And gone and kilde a bucke, and not have been
So long a drabbing, and be nere the neere. 100
Fran. Swounds, what a pussell am I in this night!
But yet Ile put this fellow farther [off][1844] [Aside].—
Doost thou heare, man? I am not sir Raph Smith,
As thou doost thinke I am; but I did meete him,
Even as thou saiest, in pursuite of a wench. 105
I met the wench to, and she[1845] askt for thee,
Saying twas thou that wert her love, her deare,
And that sir Raph was not an honest knight