cens excuse.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENA 3, ET ULTIMA.

_Enter Mildewe and Sarleboyes_.[150]

_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