FRAN. Mall, sweet-heart, Mall! what, not a word? BOY. A little farther, master; call again. FRAN. Why, Mall! I prythee, speak; why, Mall, I say! I know thou art not far, if thou wilt[357] speak; Why, Mall!-- But now I see she's in her merry vein, To make me call, and put me to more pain. Well, I must bear with her; she'll bear with me: But I will call, lest that it be not so.-- What, Mall! what, Mall, I say! Boy, are we right? Have we not miss'd the way this same dark night? BOY. Mass, it may be so: as I am true[358] man, I have not seen a coney since I came; Yet at the coney-burrow we should meet. But, hark! I hear the trampling of some feet. FRAN. It may be so, then; therefore, let's lie close. [_Enter_ MISTRESS GOURSEY _and_ COOMES.] MRS GOUR. Where art thou, Dick? COOMES. Where am I, quoth-a! marry, I may be where anybody will say I am; either in France or at Rome, or at Jerusalem, they may say I am, for I am not able to disprove them, because I cannot tell where I am. MRS GOUR. O, what a blindfold walk have we had, Dick, To seek my son! and yet I cannot find him. COOMES. Why, then, mistress, let's go home. MRS GOUR. Why, 'tis so dark we shall not find the way. FRAN. I pray God, ye may not, mother, till it be day! [_Aside_. COOMES. 'Sblood, take heed, mistress, here's a tree. MRS GOUR. Lead thou the way, and let me hold by thee. BOY. Dick Coomes, what difference is there between a blind man and he that cannot see? FRAN. Peace, a pox on thee! COOMES. Swounds, somebody spake. MRS GOUR. Dick, look about; It may be here we may find them out. COOMES. I see the glimpse[359] of somebody here.-- And ye be a sprite, I'll fray the bugbear.-- There a-goes, mistress. MRS GOUR. O, sir, have I spied you? FRAN. A plague on the boy! 'was he that descried[360] me. [_Exeunt_. [_Enter_ PHILIP.] PHIL. How like a beautous lady mask'd in black Looks that same large circumference of heaven! The sky, that was so fair three hours ago, Is in three hours become an Ethiop; And being angry at her beauteous change, She will not have one of those pearled stars To blab her sable metamorphosis:[361] 'Tis very dark. I did appoint my sister To meet me at the coney-borough below, And Francis too; but neither can I see. Belike my mother happ'ned on that place, And fray'd them from it, and they both are now Wand'ring about the[362] fields: how shall I find them? It is so dark, I scarce can see my hand: Why, then, I'll hollow for them--no, not so; So will his voice betray him to our mothers, And if he answer, and bring them where he is. What shall I then do? it must not be so-- 'Sblood,[363] it must be so; how else, I pray? Shall I stand gaping here all night till day, And then be ne'er the near?[364] So ho, so ho! [_Enter_ WILL.] WILL. So ho! I come: where are ye? where art thou? here! PHIL. How now, Frank, where hast thou[365] been?