To traine her thether, and to use her so.
Wil. Sbloud, my wench! swounds, were he ten sir Raphs—
Fran. Nay, tis true, looke to it; and so, farewell. 111
Exit.
Wil. Indeed, I do love Nan, our darie maide:
And hath he traine[d] her forth to that intent,
Or for another? I carrie his crossebow,
And he doth crosse me, shooting in my bow. 115
What shall I do?
[Exit.]