Ph. What, Will! how scapst thou? 85
Wil. What, sir?
Ph. Nay, not hanging, but drowning: wert thou in a pond or a ditche?
Wil. A pestilence on it! ist you, Phillip? no, faith, I was but durty a little: but heeres one or two askt for yee. 90
Phil. Who be they, man?
M. Bar. Philip, tis I and maister Goursey.
Phi. Father, O father, I have heard them say
The dayes of ignorance are past and done;
But I am sure the nights of ignorance 95
Are not yet past, for this is one of them.