+Bright.+ Bid the captain hasten, Or he'll recover, and spoil all. +Rose.+ They're here! SCENE II. _Enter +Quartfield+ and +Salewit+, dressed like two trumpeters, keeping the door; +Mistress Seathrift+ and +Mistress Holland+, with a 'prentice before 'em, as comers-in._ +Quart.+ Bear back there! +Sale.+ Pray you, do not press so hard. +Quart.+ Make room for the two gentlewomen. +Mis. Sea.+ What is't? +Sale.+ Twelvepence apiece. +Mis. Hol.+ We will not give't. +Quart.+ Make room for them that will, then. +Plot.+ O fortune, here's his mother! +Bright.+ And who's the other? +Plot.+ One Mistress Holland, the Great sempstress on the Exchange. +Mis. Hol.+ We gave but a groat To see the last fish. +Quart.+ Gentlewoman, that Was but an Irish sturgeon. +Sale.+ This came from The Indies, and eats five crowns a day in fry, Ox-livers, and brown paste. +Mis. Sea.+ Well, there's three shillings. Pray, let us have good places now. +Quart.+ Bear back there! +Mis. Hol.+ Look, Mistress Seathrift, here be gentlemen. Sure, 'tis a rare fish. +Mis. Sea.+ I know one of 'em. +Mis. Hol.+ And so do I; his sister was my 'prentice. +Mis. Sea.+ Let's take acquaintance with him. +Plot.+ Mistress Seathrift, Hath the sight drawn you hither? +Mis. Sea.+ Yes, sir, I And Mistress Holland here, my gossip, pass'd This way, and so call'd in. Pray, Master Plotwell, Is not my son here? I was told he went With you this morning. +Plot.+ You shall see him straight. +Mis. Hol.+ When will the fish begin, sir? +Bright.+ Heart! she makes him a puppet-play. +Plot.+ Why, now, they only stay For company, 't has sounded twice.[224] +Mis. Sea.+ Indeed I long to see this fish. I wonder whether They will cut up his belly; they say a tench Will make him whole again. +Mis. Hol.+ Look, Mistress Seathrift, what claws he has! +Mis. Sea.+ For all the world like crabs. +Mis. Hol.+ Nay, mark his feet too. +Mis. Sea.+ For all the world like plaice. +Bright.+ Was ever better sport heard? +New.+ Prythee, peace. +Mis. Hol.+ Pray, can you read that? Sir, I warrant That tells where it was caught, and what fish 'tis. +Plot.+ _Within this place is to be seen A wondrous fish. God save the queen._ +Mis. Hol.+ Amen! she is my customer, and I Have sold her bone-lace often. +Bright.+ Why, the queen? 'Tis writ _the king_. +Plot.+ That was to make the rhyme. +Bright.+ 'Slid, thou didst read it, as 'twere some picture of An Elizabeth-fish.[225] +Quart.+ Bear back there! +Sale.+ Make room! you Friend, that were going to cut a purse there, make Way for the two old gentlemen to pass. _Enter +Warehouse+ and +Seathrift+ disguised._ +Ware.+ What must we give?