Here I founde you, and here I leave both twaine.
Exeat.
M. Mumbl. And I will not be long after: Tib Talke apace.
Tib. Talk. What is ye matter?
M. Mumbl. [looking at R.]. Yond stode a man al this space
And hath hearde all that ever we spake togyther.
Tib. Talk. Mary the more loute he for his comming hither.
And the lesse good he can to listen maidens talke. 85
I care not and I go byd him hence for to walke:
It were well done to knowe what he maketh here away.[404]