Mal. Fayre man, not so; no, I had none at all.
Ra. Could you not stumble on one man, I pray?
Mal. No, no such blocke till now came in my way.
Ra. Am I that blocke, sweete tripe? then, fall and try. 60
Ma. The grounds too hard a feather-bed; not I.
Ra. Why, how and you had met with such a stumpe?
Mal. Why, if he had been your height, I meant to jumpe.
Ra. Are ye so nimble?
Mal. Nimble as a doe. 65
Ra. Backt in a pye.