HOD. Can ye not tell? come, come, ye wait on your mistress well! come on your ways; I have sought you, till I am weary, and call'd ye, till I am hoarse: good Lord, what a jaunt I have had this night, heigho! COOMES. Is't you, mistress, that came over me? 'Sblood, 'twere a good deed to come over you for this night's work. I cannot afford all this pains for an angel: I tell ye true; a kiss were not cast away upon a good fellow, that hath deserved more that way than a kiss, if your kindness would afford it him: what, shall I have't, mistress? HOD. Fie, fie, I must not kiss my man. COOMES. Nay, nay, ne'er stand; shall I, shall I? nobody sees: say but I shall, and I'll smack it[384] soundly, i'faith. HOD. Away, bawdy man! in truth, I'll tell your master. COOMES. My master! go to, ne'er tell me of my master: he may pray for them that may, he is past it: and for mine own part, I can do somewhat that way, I thank God; I am not now to learn, and 'tis your part to have your whole desire. HOD. Fie, fie, I am ashamed of you: would you tempt your mistress to lewdness? COOMES. To lewdness! no, by my troth, there's no such matter in't, it is for kindness; and, by my troth, if you like my gentle offer, you shall have what courteously I can afford ye. HOD. Shall I indeed, Dick? I'faith, if I thought nobody would see-- COOMES. Tush, fear not that; swoons, they must have cats' eyes, then. HOD. Then, kiss me, Dick. COOMES. A kind wench, i'faith! [_Aside_.]--Where are ye, mistress? HOD. Here, Dick. O, I am in the dark! Dick, go about.[385] COOMES. Nay, I'll throw[386] sure: where are ye? HOD. Here. COOMES. A plague on this post! I would the carpenter had been hang'd, that set it up, for me.[387] Where are ye now? HOD. Here. COOMES. Here! O, I come. [_Exit_.] A plague on it, I am in a pond, mistress! HOD. Ha, ha! I have led him into a pond.--Where art thou, Dick? COOMES. [_Within_.] Up to the middle in a pond! HOD. Make a boat of thy buckler, then, and swim out. Are ye so hot, with a pox? would you kiss my mistress? cool ye there, then, good Dick Coomes. O, when he comes forth, the skirts of his blue coat will drop like a pent[388]-house! O, that I could see, and not be seen; how he would spaniel it, and shake himself, when he comes out of the pond! But I'll be gone; for now he'll fight with a fly, if he but buzz[389] in his ear. [_Exit_. _Enter_ COOMES.