WILL. Why, he meant to kill a buck; I'll say so to save his honesty, but my Nan was his mark [_Aside_]. And he sent me for his bow, and when I came, I halloo'd for him; but I never saw such luck to miss him; it hath almost made me mad. MR BAR. Well, stay with us; perhaps Sir Ralph and he will come anon: hark! I do hear one halloo. _Enter_ PHILIP. PHIL. Is this broad waking in a winter's night? I am broad walking in a winter's night-- Broad indeed, because I am abroad-- But these broad fields, methinks, are not so broad That they may keep me forth of narrow ditches. Here's a hard world! For I can hardly keep myself upright in it: I am marvellous dutiful--but, so ho! WILL. So ho! PHIL. Who's there? WILL. Here's Will. PHIL. What, Will! how 'scap'st thou? WILL. What, sir? PHIL. Nay, not hanging, but drowning: wert thou in a pond or a ditch? WILL. A pestilence on it! is't you, Philip? no, faith, I was but dirty a little: but here's one or two ask'd for ye. PHIL. Who be they, man? MR BAR. Philip, 'tis I and Master Goursey. PHIL. Father, O father, I have heard them say The days of ignorance are pass'd and done; But I am sure the nights of ignorance Are not yet pass'd, for this is one of them. But where's my sister? MR BAR. Why, we cannot tell. PHIL. Where's Francis? MR GOUR. Neither saw we him. PHIL. Why, this is fine. What, neither he nor I, nor she nor you, Nor I nor she, nor you and I, till[411] now, Can meet, could meet, or e'er, I think, shall meet! Call ye this wooing? no, 'tis Christmas sport Of Hob-man-blind[412], all blind, all seek to catch, All miss--but who comes here? _Enter_ FRANK _and his_ BOY. FRAN. O, have I catch'd ye, sir? It was your doing That made me have this pretty dance to-night; Had not you spoken, my mother had not scar'd me: But I will swinge ye for it. PHIL. Keep the king's peace! FRAN. How! art thou become a constable? Why, Philip, where hast thou been all this while? PHIL. Why, where you were not: but, I pray [you], where's my sister? FRAN. Why, man, I saw her not; but I have sought her, As I should seek-- PHIL. A needle, have ye not? Why you, man, are the needle that she seeks To work withal! Well, Francis, do you hear? You must not answer so, that you have sought her; But have ye found her? faith, and if you have, God give ye joy of that ye found with her! FRAN[413]. I saw her not: how could I find her? MR GOUR. Why, could ye miss from Master Barnes's house Unto his coney-burrow? FRAN. Whether I could or no, father, I did. PHIL. Father, I did! Well, Frank, wilt thou believe me? Thou dost not know how much this same doth grieve me: Shall it be said thou miss'd so plain a way, When as so fair a wench did for thee stay? FRAN. Zounds, man!