_Hyl._ Right, For those I love to lead me to repentance; A woman with no Nose, after my surquedry, Shews like King _Philip_'s Moral, _Memento mori_; And she that has a wooden leg, demonstrates Like _Hypocrites_, we halt before the gallows; An old one with one tooth, seems to say to us, Sweets meats have sowr sauce; she that's full of aches, Crum not your Bread before you taste your Porridge, And many morals we may find. _Sam._ 'Tis well, Sir, Ye make so worthy uses; but _quid igitur_, What shall we now determine? _Hyl._ Let's consider An hour or two how I may fit this fellow. _Sam._ Let's find him first, he'll quickly give occasion, But take heed to your self, and say I warn'd ye; He has a plaguey pate. _Hyl._ That at my danger. [_Exeunt._ [_Musick._ SCENE V. _Enter Saylers singing, to them_ Michael, _and_ Francis. _Sayl._ Aboard, aboard, the wind stands fair. _Mich._ These call for Passengers, I'll stay and see What men they take aboard. _Fran._ A Boat, a Boat, a Boat. _Sayl._ Away then. _Fran._ Whither are ye bound, Friends? _Sayl._ Down to the Straits. _Mich._ Ha! 'tis not much unlike him. _Fran._ May I have passage for my money? _Sayl._ And welcome too. _Mich._ 'Tis he, I know 'tis he now. _Fran._ Then merrily aboard, and noble friend, Heavens goodness keep thee ever, and all vertue Dwell in thy bosome, _Cellide_, my last tears I leave behind me thus, a sacrifice, For I dare stay no longer to betray ye. _Mich._ Be not so quick, Sir; Saylers I here charge ye By virtue of this Warrant, as you will answer it, For both your Ship and Merchant I know perfectly, Lay hold upon this fellow. _Fran._ Fellow? _Mich._ I, Sir. _Sayl._ No hand to Sword, Sir, we shall master ye, Fetch out the manacles. _Fran._ I do obey ye; But I beseech you, Sir, inform me truly How I am guilty. _Mich._ You have rob'd a Gentleman, One that you are bound to for your life and being; Money and horse unjustly ye took from him, And something of more note, but--for y'are a Gentleman. _Fra._ It shall be so, and here I'll end all miseries, Since friendship is so cruel, I confess it, And which is more, a hundred of these robberies: This Ring I stole too from him, and this Jewel, The first and last of all my wealth; forgive me My innocence and truth, for saying I stole 'em, And may they prove of value but to recompence The thousandth part of his love, and bread I have eaten; 'Pray see 'em render'd noble Sir, and so I yield me to your power. _Mich._ Guard him to th' water, I charge you, Saylers, there I will receive him, And back convey him to a Justice.