Raph. Why, sir Raph Smith doth wonder, wench, at this;
Why, whats the cause thou art abroad so late?
Mal. What, sir Raph Smith! nay, then, I will disclose
All the hole cause to him, in him repose 90
My hopes, my love: God him, I hope, did send
Our loves and both our mothers hates to end. [Aside].—
Gentle sir Raph, if you my blush might see,
You then would say I am ashamed to be
Found, like a wandring stray, by such a knight, 95
So farre from home at such a time of night: