_Mild_. May the disease of _Naples_ now turn'd _Frensh_ Take bothe the Judge and Jurors! they have doomd The fayre _Palestra_ from mee. _Sarl_. So they had _Scribonia_ too, and mulcted us beesydes, But that in part they did comiserate Our so greate losse by sea. _Mild_. This is the curse Belonges to all us bawdes: gentle and noble, Even th'ouldest fornicator, will in private Make happy use of us with hugges and brybes; But let them take us at the publick bench, Gainst consciens they will spitt at us and doome us Unto the post and cart. Oh the coruptnes Of these dissemblinge letchers! _Sarlab_. 'Tis well yet You have reserved one virgin left for sale; Of her make your best proffitt. _Mild_.[151] A small stocke To rayse a second fortune; yet com, frend, Wee will go seeke her out. _Enter Gripus the Fisherman_. _Fisher_. No budgett to bee com by; my ould mayster, Hee stands on consciens to deliver it To the trew owner, but I thinke in consciens To cheate mee and to keepe it to him selfe; Which hee shall never doo, to prevent which I'l openly proclayme it. [_Oh yes_! If any userer or base exacter, Any noble marchant or marchant's factor, Bee't marchant venterer or marchant Taylor Bee hee Mr. Pilot, botswyne or saylor-- _Enter Godfrey to them_. _Godf_. Hist, _Gripus_, hyst! _Fish_. Peace, fellowe _Godfrey_. I'l now play the blabber.-- If eather passinger owner or swabber[152] That in the sea hathe lost a leather budgett And to the Dolphins, whales or sharkes, doth grudge itt-- _Godf_. Wilt thou betraye all? I'I go tell my mayster. _Fish_. Yes, _Godfrey_, goe and tell him all and spare not, I am growne desperate; if thou dost I care not. _Mild_. Hee talkt of a leatheren budgett lost at sea; More of that newes would please mee. _Fish_. Bee hee a Cristian or beleeve in _Mawmett_[153] I such a one this night tooke in my drawnett. _Mild_. My soone, my child, nay rather, thou young man, I'l take thee for my father, for in this Sure thou hast new begott mee. _Fish_. Blessing on thee! But shoold I have a thousand children more, I almost durst presume I never should have Another more hard favored. _Mild_. Thou art any thinge. But hast thou such a budgett? _Fisher_. Syr, I have And new tooke from the sea. What woldst thou give And have it safe? _Mild_. I'l give a hundred crownes. _Fish_. Tush, offer me a sowse[154] but not in th'eare; I will barr that afore hand. _Mild_. And all safe, I'l give thee then too hondred. _Fish_. Offer me a cardeq! _Mild_. Three hondred, 4, nay fyve So nothinge bee diminisht. _Fish_. I will have A thousand crowns or nothinge. _Mild_. That growes deepe. _Fish_. Not so deepe as the sea was. _Mild_. Make all safe, And I will give a thousand. _Fish_. Tis a match, But thou wilt sweare to this. _Mild_. Give mee myne othe.