What is't?
Fath. I noted not.
Helen. What hast thou ears for, then?
Fath. What good were it for me to mind his name?
I do but what I must do. To do that
Is labour quite enough!
Wal. [Without.] What, Fathom!
Fath. Here.
Wal. [Entering.] Here, sirrah! Wherefore didst not come to me?
Fath. You did not bid me come.
Wal. I called thee.
Fath. Yes.
And I said "Here;" and waited then to know
Your worship's will with me.
Wal. We go to town.
Thy mistress, thou, and all the house.
Fath. Well, sir?
Wal. Mak'st thou not ready then to go to town?
Hence, knave, despatch!
[FATHOM goes out.]
Helen. Go we to town?
Wal. We do;
'Tis now her father's will she sees the town.
Helen. I'm glad on't. Goes she to her father?
Wal. No:
At the desire of thine she for a term shares roof with thee.
Helen. I'm very glad on't.
Wal. What!
You like her, then? I thought you would. 'Tis time
She sees the town.
Helen. It has been time for that
These six years.
Wal. By thy wisdom's count.
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