MR GOUR. And everywhere we come, I hear some halloo, And yet it is our haps to meet with none. MR BAR. I marvel where your Hodge is and my man. MR GOUR. Ay, and our wives? we cannot meet with them, Nor with the boy, nor Mall, nor Frank, nor Philip, Nor yet with Coomes, and yet we ne'er stood still. Well, I am very angry with my wife, And she shall find I am not pleas'd with her, If we meet ne'er so soon: but 'tis my hope[408] She hath had as blind a journey on't as we; Pray God, she have, and worse, if worse may be! MR BAR. This is but short-liv'd envy[409], Master Goursey: But, come, what say ye to my policy? MR GOUR. I'faith, 'tis good, and we will practise it; But, sir, it must be handled cunningly, Or all is marr'd; our wives have subtle heads, And they will soon perceive a drift device. _Enter_ SIR RALPH SMITH. SIR RALPH. So ho! MR GOUR. So ho! SIR RALPH. Who there? MR BAR. Here's one or two. SIR RALPH. Is Will there? MR BAR. No. Philip? MR GOUR. Frank? SIR RALPH. No, no.-- Was ever man deluded thus like me? I think some spirit leads me thus amiss, As I have often heard that some have been Thus in the nights. But yet this mazes me; where e'er I come, Some asks me still for Frank or Philip, And none of them can tell me where Will is. [_Aside_. WILL. So ho! | PHIL. So ho! | [_They hallo within_. HOD. So ho! | BOY. So ho! | SIR RALPH. Zounds, now I hear four halloo at the least! One had a little voice; then, that's the wench My man hath lost: well, I will answer all. [_Aside.] --So ho! [_Enter_ HODGE.] HOD. Whoop, whoop! SIR RALPH. Who's there? Will? HOD. No, sir; honest Hodge: but, I pray ye, sir, did ye not meet with a boy with a torch? he is run away from me, a plague on him! SIR RALPH. Heyday, from Frank and Philip to a torch, And to a boy! nay, zounds, then, hap as 'twill. [_Aside_. [_Exeunt_ SIR RALPH _and_ HODGE _severally_. MR GOUR. Who goes there? [_Enter_ WILL.] WILL. Guess here. MR BAR. Philip? WILL. Philip! no, faith; my name's Will--ill-Will, for I was never worse: I was even now with him, and might have been still, but that I fell into a ditch and lost him, and now I am going up and down to seek him. MR GOUR. What would'st thou do with him? WILL. Why, I would have him go with me to my master's. MR GOUR. Who's thy master? WILL. Why, Sir Ralph Smith; and thither he promis'd me he would come; if he keep his word, so 'tis. MR BAR. What was a[410] doing, when thou first found'st him? WILL. Why, he halloo'd for one Francis, and Francis halloo'd for him; I halloo'd for my master, and my master for me; but we miss'd still, meeting contrary, Philip and Francis with me and my master, and I and my master with Philip and Frank. MR GOUR. Why, wherefore is Sir Ralph so late abroad?