+New.+ How should he learn their names, I wonder? +Sale.+ From the sailors. +New.+ That may be. +Quart.+ He'll call for drink, like me, or anything He lacks. +Tim.+ O Gad, my head---- +Quart.+ D'you hear him? +Tim.+ O hostess, a basin---- +Plot.+ 'Slid, he'll spew. +Bright.+ No matter. +Quart.+ Nay, I have seen him fox'd, and then maintain A drunken dialogue. +Mis. Hol.+ Lord, how I long To hear a little! Pray try him with some questions; Will you, my friend? +Quart.+ Sometimes he will be sullen, And make no answers. +Sale.+ That is when he's anger'd, Or kept from drink long. +Quart.+ But I'll try him. +Mis. Sea.+ To see what creatures may be brought to! +Quart.+ Tim, you are drunk. +Tim.+ Plague take you, captain. O--Lord, you made me---- +Sea.+ 'Sdeath, my son's name! Tim do you call him? +Sale.+ He'll answer to no name but that. +Quart.+ And, Tim, what think you of a wench now? +Tim.+ O, I am sick; where is she? O---- +Sea.+ I'll lay my life, this fish is some confederate rogue. +Quart.+ I drink to you, Timothy, in sack. +Tim.+ O, O! +Quart.+ A health, Tim. +Tim.+ I can drink no more,--O! +Sale.+ What, not pledge your mistress! +Tim.+ O, let me alone. +Sale.+ He is not in the mood now; Sometimes you'd wonder at him. +Quart.+ He is tired With talking all this day. That, and the heat Of company about him, dull him. +Ware.+ Surely, My friends, it is to me a miracle To hear a fish speak thus. +Quart.+ So, sirs, 't has been To thousands more. +Sale.+ Come now next Michaelmas, 'Tis five year we have shown him in most courts In Christendom; and you will not believe, How with mere travelling and observation He has improved himself, and brought away The language of the country. +Sea.+ May not I ask him Some questions? +Quart.+ Sir, you may; but he Will answer none but one of us. +Mis. Sea.+ He's used, and knows their voices. [_Knocking at door._ +Sale.+ He is so, mistress. Now, we'll open door. +Ware.+ Well, my belief doth tell me There is a mist before our eyes. +Mis. Sea.+ I mar'l My wise son miss'd this show. +Quart.+ Good people, we Do show no more to-day: if you desire [_They draw the curtain before him._ To see, come to us in King Street to-morrow. +Mis. Hol.+ Come, gossip, let us go; the fish is done. +Mis. Sea.+ By your leave, gentlemen. Truly, 'tis a dainty fish.[231] [_Exit +Mistress Seathrift+, +Mistress Holland+, and +'Prentice+._ SCENE III. _Enter +Cypher+, like a Waterman._ +Cyph.+ Pray, which is Master Plotwell?