_Ashb_. Come lett us mount ourselfes upon these rockes And, havinge feelinge of our hurts at land, Letts see what shyppes have ben distrest at sea, If any shaken in this storme or wreckt; And though wee cannot help the miserable Yet lett them taste our pittye. _Godfrey_. Sir, content; but I hope your fishermen have not putt to sea this night. If they have I sweare they have showed themselves much madder then the tempest. _Ashb_. I hope they have bin more discreate and wyse Then with the hazard of my boates and netts To indanger theire owne lyves. _Godfr_. See: do you see, Syr? _Ashb_. What? _Godfr_. Why, yonder. _Ashb_. Where? _Godfr_. There towards yon shore. _Ashb_. A shipp laboringe for liffe Nowe cast upon the rocks, nowe splitt, nowe sinkinge, Nowe dasht to peeces. _Godfr_. I see all mischeifes do not com by land, Som's doone upon the water. _Ashb_. Though theire goodes perishe, Yet in thy mercy, heaven, protect theire lyves. Som sitt upon the planks, som on the masts, Som hange upon the cables, and som few Have only gott the cock-boat; others swimme. Oh that wee shoold beehold theire misery And want power to assiste them! _Godfr_. Sure, syr, it was som shipp of passengers, For see you not too women? daynty ducks! Would they coold swime as ducks can, see how they spread And cast theire legges abroad lyke naked frogges! See howe they spread theire armes and stryve for lyfe! I[70] would I weare som Dolphin or some whayle That they might sitt astryde upon my backe To beare them safe ashore; but I as yet Could neare indure still water. See yet still, Still theire coates beare them upp, keepe them aloft; The modest ayer not willinge to discover That which the bawdy waves shame not belowe Rudely to lifte and handle. _Ashb_. Blesse them heaven! The wind and tyde still beate them towards the shore, But oh that cursed billowe hath devyded And parted them asunder. Yet all's well; They still beare upp. If they but scape the next There may bee hope of safetye. _Godfr_. One's driven this way, The tother that; the men shift for themselves, Howe shall we save thes women? _Ashb_. No meanes unlesse we leape downe from the rockes, And that's meare desperation. Yet to showe Our charityes to wretches thus extreame, Lett's see if wee can find the least descent And hasten to theire suckor. _Godfr_. By your favour, I had rather they with brine shoold break their bellys Then I my neck with clamberinge. _Explicit Actus primus_. _Actus 2_. SCENA PRIMA. _Storme continewed. Enter Palestra all well, as newly shipwreckd and escapt the fury of the seas_.