Unto his cunnyberry? 126
Fran. Whether I could or no, father, I did.
Phil. Father, I did! well, Franke, wilt thou beleeve me,
Thou dost not know how much this same doth greeve me:
Shall it be said thou mist so plaine a way, 130
When as so faire a wenche did for thee stay?
Fra. Sownes, man!
Phi. Sownes, man! and if thou hadst bin blinde,
The cunny-borow thou needst must finde.
I tell thee, Francis, had it bin my case, 135