_Godfr_.[99] The pale religious, which was the pledge Of a kisse lascivious, I have given backe, Ey, and to boote the water; but within There's such a coyle betwixt the 2 young giurles Such quakinge, shakinge, quiveringe, shiveringe Such cryeinge, and such talk of flyinge, then of hyding, And that there's no abydinge; one cryes out and calls, The others redy to breake downe the walls; Then weepinge they whisper together, And saye they woold roone if they knew whither, And are indeede putt to such strange affrights That I was afrayde they weare hunted with sprights, And therefore cam and left them: lass, poor giurles, They are in piteous feare. _Mild_. Hee talkt of guerles: why may not these bee they, Escapt as wee? staye, younge man, good frend, staye. _Godf_. Too ould drown'd ratts: I'l have som sport with them, And though I pitty those I'l play with these. _Mild_. What gurles weare those thou spakest of? _Sarl_. Tell us fyrst Where wee might finde som comfort. _Godf_. Lett us oh lett us bee advys'd And living still to all men, So though wee bee but midle sizd Wee shalbe held no small men. _Mild_. Concerning these fayre damosels, speake of that. _Sarl_. Which now concernes us most, where may wee meete With warmth, with foode, and shelter? _Godf_. Oh thou that dost demand of mee Som fyre, som meate and harbor, I see thou lately hast ben washt, Hath _Neptune_ ben thy barbor? _Sarl_. This fellowe mearely flowtes our misery, And laughs att our distresses. _Mild_. But, kind frende, Concerninge these yonge women, are they fayre? _Godf_. Fayre flesh and cleane they bothe appeare And not lyke gypsies umber'd. _Mild_. How many? _Godf_. Just as thou and I when wee are Once but number'd. _Mild_. Oh, _Sarleboys_, there's comfort in these woords; They have allredy warmed my hart within, Why may not these bee they? _Sarl_. Bee they or not, I had rather see one caudell downe my throate, To wash downe this salt-water, than bee mayster Of all the wenshes lyveinge. _Mild_. Oh where, where, Where might I see too such? _Godf_. Thou that goest sydewayes lyke a crabb, gapst on mee lyke an oyster, Followe thy flat nose and smell them there, in th'out part of this cloyster. _Mild_. Oh maye this peece of earthe proove happy to mee As hath the sea bin fatall. _Sarl_. I'l followe and coold wish Boath cloyster and whole villadge weare a fyre Only to dry my clothes by. _Godf_. Marry hange you You that so late scaped drowning for I take you For too pestiferous rascalls. _Exeunt_. Explicit Actus 2. _Act 3_. SCENE 1. _Enter the Lady de Averne with a letter in her hand readinge, and with her mayde_. _Lady_. And howe came you by this? _Mayde_. Followinge you to th'chappell And I protest not thinking anythinge, Fryar _Jhon_ o'th suddeine pluckt mee by the sleeve And whisperd in myne eare to give that to you, But privatly, bycause it was a thinge Only toweard your person.