_Clowne. _But staye, staye, there's one riddle I cannot expound: howe com thou so suddenly to lepp out of a howse of roguery into a howse of religion, from a stewes to a cloyster, from beastleness to blessednes and from a sacrilegious place to a sanctuary? _Scrib_. Such was the grace heaven sent us, who from perill, Danger of lyfe, the extreamest of all extreames Hathe brought us to the happy patronage Of this most reverent abbott. _Clowne_. What dangers? what extreames? _Scrib_. From the sea's fury, drowneing; for last night Our shipp was splitt, wee cast upon these rocks. _Clowne_. Sayd in a jest, in deede! Shipwreck by land![86] I perceive you tooke the woodden waggen for a ship and the violent rayne for the sea, and by cause some one of the wheeles broake and you cast into some water plashe, you thought the shipp had splitt and you had bene in danger of drowneinge. _Scrib_. Are you then ignorant how, late in the even, With purpose to make better sale of us And to defraude thy maister, hee shipt us With all the gold and jewels that hee had, All which save wee are perisht? _Clowne_. But that caterpiller, that ould catamiting cankerworme, what's become of him? _Scrib_. Dead I hope, with drinkinge of salte water. _Clowne_. I would all of his profession had pledged him the same healthe. But how doth _Palestra_ take this? _Scrib_. Gladd to bee rid of such a slavery, Yet sadly weepinge for her casket's losse, That which included ample testimony Bothe of her name and parents. _Clowne_. All her ill luck go with it![87]--Heere will be simple newes to bringe to my mayster when hee hears shee hath bene shippwreckt! Il make him beleeve I went a fishinge for her to sea and eather drewe her ashore in my netts, or batinge my hooke strooke her and drewe her upp by the gills with myne angle. Make you hast for I'l staye till you come back. [_Exit_. _Scrib_. But this delaye had allmost putt me from What I was sent about; yes this is the place. [_Knocks_. _Enter Godfrey_. [_Godf_.] Whoes that that offers violens to these gates That never yet offended? What want you? _Scrib_. That which the earthe Dothe forebidd none, and freely yelds to all, A little fayre springe water. _Godfr_.--One of those giurles Beelyke this morninge shippwrackt and now scapt? A dainty peece of maydes fleshe. Such sweete bitts Are not heare often swallowed, and my mouth Waters at this fine morsell. _Scrib_. Water, frend; Tis that I crave for heaven's sake. _Godfr_. Wee have none Of guift, unless you by't. _Scrib_. Will you sell that The earthe affourds you gratis, and sett pryse Of what a foe would yeeld an enemy? _Godfr_. Not, pretty lasse, so thou'lt afford mee that, Freely and without bargen, which not only One frend will to another but oft tymes A stranger to a stranger. _Scrib_. What's that, prithee? _Godfr_. Only a kisse, sweete wensh.