[Scene Eleventh. The Fields between the Grove and the Forest.]
Enter Phillip.[1846]
Phillip. So ho!
Raph. So ho!
Phil. Frances, art thou there?
Ra. No, heres no Francis. Art thou Will, my man?
Phil. Will foole your man, Will gose[1847] your man! 5
My backe, sir, scornes to weare your liverie.
Raph. Nay, sir, I moov'de but such a question to you,
And[1848] it hath not disparegd you, I hope;