I am broad walking in a winters night,— 75
Broad indeed, because I am abroad,—
But these broad fields methinks are not so broad
That they may keepe me foorth of narrow ditches.
Heers a hard world!
For I can hardly keep myself upright in it: 80
I am marvellous dutifull—but, so ho!
Wil. So ho!
Phil. Whose there?
Wil. Heeres Will.