Hod. No, sir; honest Hodge: but, I pray yee, sir, did yee not meete with a boye with a torche? he is runne away from me, a plague on him!
Raph. Hey day, from Franke and Phillip to a torche,
And to a boye! nay, sownes, then, hap as twill. [Aside.]
[Exeunt Sir Raph and Hodge severally.]
M. Gour. Who goes there? 50
[Enter Will.]
Wil. Gesse heere.
M. Bar. Phillip?
Wil. Phillip! no, faith; my names Will,—ill will, for I was never worse: I was even now with him, and might have been still, but that I fell into a ditch and lost him, and now I am going up and downe to seeke him. 56
M. Gor. What wouldst thou do with him?