No!
True. None?--art sure?
No playmate when she was a girl?
Sir Wil. O! ay!
That Master Wildrake, I did pray thee go
And wait for at the inn; but had forgotten.
Is he come?
True. And in the house. Some friends that met him,
As he alighted, laid strong hands upon Him,
And made him stop for dinner. We had else
Been earlier with you.
Sir Wil. Ha! I am glad he is come.
True. She may be smit with him.
Sir Wil. As cat with dog!
True. He heard her voice as we did mount the stairs,
And darted straight to join her.
Sir Wil. You shall see
What wondrous calm and harmony take place,
When fire meets gunpowder!
Con. [Without.] Who sent for you?
What made you come?
Wild. [Without.] To see the town, not you! A kiss!
Con. I vow I'll not.
Wild. I swear you shall.
Con. A saucy cub! I vow, I had as lief
Your whipper-in had kissed me.
Sir Wil. Do you hear?
True. I do. Most pleasing discords!
[Enter CONSTANCE and WILDRAKE.]
Con. Father, speak
To neighbour Wildrake!
Sir Wil. Very glad to see him!
Wild. I thank you, good Sir William! Give you joy
Of your good looks!
Con. What, Phoebe!--Phoebe!--Phoebe!
Sir Wil. What wantest thou with thy lap-dog?
Con.
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