And I had bin a woer in thy place,
I would have laide my head unto the ground,
And sented out my wenches way, like a hound;
I would have crept upon my knees all night,
And have made the flint stones linckes to give me light. 140
Nay, man, I would—
Fran. Good Lord, what you would doe!
Well, we shall see one day how you can woe.
M. Gor. Come, come, we see that we have all bin crost;
Therefore lets go, and seeke them we have lost.