Take me she cannot, though she still persue:
But now, sweet knight, I do repose on you;
Be you my orator and plead my right,
And get me one good day for this bad night. 110
Ra. Alas, good heart, I pitty thy hard hap!
And Ile employ all that I may for thee.
Franke Goursey, wench! I do commend thy choyse:
Now I remember I met one Francis,
As I did seeke my man,—then, that was he,— 115
And Philip too,—belike that was thy brother: