And so we mist; now here we finde our losse.
Well, if thou wilt, we two will keepe togither,
And so we shall meet right with one or other.
Wil. I am content: but, do you heare me, sir? 40
Did not sir Raph Smith aske yee for a wench?
Phi. No, I promise thee, nor did he looke
For any but thy selfe, as I could gesse.
Wil. Why, this is strange: but, come, sir, lets away;
I feare that we shall walke here till it be day.
Exeunt. 45