_Clowne_. No butt, nor turbutt. I suspect this budgett to be the bawde's, in which are the discoveryes of this yonge woman's coontry and parents. Now, syr, for their sakes, for my masters sake, for all our sakes use the authority of a mayster to searche, and showe the power you have over a servant to comand. _Ashb_. Will hee or not, hee shall assent to that. _Clowne_. A meere trick to undoo mee, ere I knwe What I am wanting. _Ashb_. Call in the damseles, Intreate them fayrely heather; say wee hope We shall have good newes for them. _Fisher_. I will part with it only on this condition, that if there bee nothinge in it which concernes them, the rest may returne to mee unrifled and untutcht. _Ashb_. Did it conteyne the valew of a myne I clayme no part in it. _Fisher_. Nor you? _Clowne_. Nor I. _Fisher_. By the contents of this budgett. _Clowne_. I sweare. _Ashb_. I vowe. _Fisher_. Then there tak't to you, mayster, and once more Good lucke on my syde! _Enter Godfrey, usheringe in Palestra and Scribonia_. _Palest_, You sent to speake with us? _Ashb_. I did indeed, Saye, knowe you this? y'have leave, surveigh it well. _Pal_. This? knowe I this? oh, my _Scribonia_, see! Yes, and by this alone may knowe myself. Looke well upon't, deare syster; extasy May dimme myne eyes, it cannot purblind thyne. _Scrib_. Itt is the same, _Palestra_. _Fisher_. Then sure I shall not bee the same man in the afternoone that I was in the morninge. _Scrib_. In this is a greate masse of wealthe included, All that the bawde hath by corruption gott In many a thrifty yeare. _Fisher_. Comfort for mee. _Ashb_. But tell me is there ought of yours included, Which you may justly chalendge? _Pal_. Of that gould No not the valewe of one poor deneere:[132] 'Tis all base brokadge boathe of sinne and shame Of which wee neare weare guilty; yet inclosed There shall you find a cabinet of myne, Where boathe my naturall parents you may see In a small roome intended. _Fisher_. An unatrall child thou art to trust thy naturall parents into a leatheren bagge and leave them in the bottom of y'e sea. _Pal_. Showe mee the caskett: if before you ope it I do not name you every parcell in't Lett it no more bee myne, mak't your own pryse; But such small trifles as I justly chalenge And cannot yeeld you the least benefitt, Of them let mee bee mystresse, synce they are The somme and crowne of all my future hopes, But from my tender infancy deteined. As for the gould and Jewells mak't your spoyle; Of that I clayme no portione. _Fisher_. I accept of the condition. _Ashb_. Itt is boathe just and honest; we'll have no juggling, And, _Gripus_, synce the busines concernes you, Have you a curious ey too't. _Fisher_. Feare not mee, for boathe at sea and land I was ever a goodd marksman. _Ashb_. The caskett is nowe open'd: what coms fyrste? _Pal_. Above, the clothes in which I fyrst was swathde, The linnen fyrst worne in myne infancy.