Untill I call.—God save yee, gentlemen!
M. Bar. What, sir Raph Smith! you are a welcome man:
We wondred when we heard you were abroad. 255
Raph. Why, sir, how heard yee that I was abroad?
M. Bar. By your man.
Raph. My man! where is he?
Will. Heere.
Raph. O, yee are a trustie squire! 260
Nic. It had bin better, and he had said, a sure carde.
Phil. Why, sir?