+Sea.+ I follow you. [_Exeunt +Warehouse+, +Cypher+._ And as for you, Tim, mermaid, triton, haddock, The wondrous Indian fish caught near Peru, Who can be of both elements, your sight Will keep you well. Here I do cast thee off, And in thy room pronounce to make thy sister My heir: it would be most unnatural To leave a fish land. 'Las! sir, one of your Bright fins and gills must swim in seas of sack, Spout rich canaries up like whales in maps:[237] I know you'll not endure to see my jack Go empty, nor wear shirts of copperas-bags, Nor fast in Paul's, you! I do hate thee now Worse than a tempest, quicksand, pirate, rock, Or fatal lake, ay, or a privy-seal.[238] Go, let the captain make you drunk, and let Your next change be into some ape--'tis stale To be a fish twice--or some active baboon: And, when you can find money out, betray What wench i' th' room has lost her maidenhead; Can mount to the king, and can do all your feats, If your fine chain and yellow coat come near Th' Exchange, I'll see you. So I leave you. [_Exit +Seathrift+._ +Plot.+ Now, Were there a dext'rous beam and twopence hemp, Never had man such cause to hang himself. +Tim.+ I have brought myself to a fine pass too. Now Am I fit only to be caught, and put Into a pond to leap carps, or beget A goodly race of pick'rel. SCENE IV. _Enter +Quartfield+ and +Salewit+._ +Quart.+ How now, mad lads; what! is the storm broke up? +Sale.+ What, sad, like broken gamesters! Master Timothy, 'Slight, who would think your father should lay wheels[239] To catch you thus? +Tim.+ If ever I be drunk with captains more---- +Plot.+ Where's Bright and Newcut? +Sale.+ They were sent for to the Temple, but left word They would be here at supper. +Plot.+ They are sure friends to leave us in distress. +Quart.+ What a mad plot These two old merchants had contriv'd, to feign A voyage, then to hunt you out disguised, And hear themselves abused? +Sale.+ We heard all. +Quart.+ If I had stay'd, they had paid me for a captain. +Sale.+ They had a fling at me. But do you think Your uncle in this furious mood will marry? +Plot.+ He deeply swore it: if he do, the sleight Upon the cards, the hollow die, Park Corner And Shooter's Hill, are my revenue. +Tim.+ Yes: and as for me, my destiny will be To fight by th' day, carry my kitchen and Collation at my back, wear orderly My shirt in course, after't has been the shift Of a whole regiment in the low countries; And, after all, return with half a leg, One arm, perchance my nose shot off, to move Compassion in my father who, in pity To so much ruin, may be brought to buy Some place for me in an hospital, to keep me From bridges, hill-tops, and from selling switches.