_Clowne_. If ever menn weare madd then suer my master is not well in his witts, and all about this wenshe; here's such sendeinge and seekeinge, hurriinge and posteinge, and all to no purpose. I have nowe some thyrty errands to deliver and knowe not to whome nor where, what nor to which place fyrst; hee's gone on to the citty and sent mee back to the villaige, whither his frend travelled[81] one waye, hee another, and I a thyrd contrary from them boathe; he cannott beleeve his inquiry to be well doone but hee must send me to doo't over againe. I have asked all I mett and demanded of all I have seene.[82] But what are theese? these should bee fishermen. Good morrowe, you sea theeves.[83] _1 Fish_. You call us theeves that may proove honester Than many goe for trewe[84] men on the shore. _Clowne_. Sawe[85] you not passe this [way] an ould bald fellowe hutch-shoolderd, crooked nos'd, beetle browd, with a visadge lowreing and a looke skowlinge; one that heaven hates and every good man abhors; a cheatinge raskall and an ugly slave,--did note such passe you? _1 Fish_. If such a one as you describe you inquire for, Mee thinks, my frend, thou hast mistooke thy way; Thou shouldst have sought him at the gallowes rather, There such are soonest fownd. _Clowne_. Byrlady, worst answered of a playne fellowe; but that you may knowe him the better, hee had too handsome streete-singing-fact lasses in his companye. _2 Fish_. And for such creatures y'had best search the stewes O'th citty; this our villadge yields none such. This fellowe doth but flowte us; letts aboord. _1 Fish_. Inquire for us of wenshes? tush, wee fishe For no such perewinkles; farewell flesh mongere. [_Ex. Fish_. _Clowne_. No wonder these fellowes pretend to be witty; for understandinge, so manye have lost there witts as ... they have fisht for it and in som drawenett or other have caught it. But where might these lost shrewes bee? I suspect this pestiferous _Je vous prie_ hathe putt some slovenly tricke or other to cheate my mayster boathe of his ware and mony. _Enter Scribonia with an empty pale to y'e Clow_. _Scribon_. Thus beinge chered with warmth, and change of clothes, With all such comforts as the cloyster yeelds, I am dyrected to a neighbours by For water to refreshe and wash our selves. And this shoold bee the howse. _Clowne_. What! not _Scribonia_, One of the flock that's missing? _Scrib_. Oh sweete _Jayms_, Where is your noble maister? _Clowne_. Nay, sweete rogue, Where is his bewteous mystresse? _Scrib_. Heare within. _Clowne_. In this place joyninge to the monastery? And _Mildewe_ too? _Scrib_. Rott on that villeyne! no. _Clowne_. Hee promist to bringe you too alonge and meete with my master and som others of his frends att supper. _Scrib_. Can such men, ever false unto theire God, Keepe faythe with men at any tyme?