All misse,—but who comes heere?[1898]
Enter Franke and his Boye [with torch].
Fra. O, have I catcht yee, sir? it was your dooing
That made me have this pretty daunce to night;
Had not you spoake, my mother had not scard me: 110
But I will swinge ye for it.
Phil. Keepe the kings peace!
Fran. How! art thou become a constable?
Why, Phillip, where hast thou bin all this while?
Ph. Why, where you were not: but, I pray, whers my sister?