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the sea. What woldst thou give And have it safe? _Mild_. I'l give a hundred crownes. _Fish_. Tush, offer me a sowse[154] but not in th'eare; I will barr that afore hand. _Mild_. And all safe, I'l give thee then too hondred. _Fish_. Offer me a cardeq! _Mild_. Three hondred, 4, nay fyve So nothinge bee diminisht. _Fish_. I will have A thousand crowns or nothinge. _Mild_. That growes deepe. _Fish_. Not so deepe as the sea was. _Mild_. Make all safe, And I will give a thousand. _Fish_. Tis a match, But thou wilt sweare to this. _Mild_. Give mee myne othe. _Fish_. If, when first I shall beehold My leatheren bagge that's stuft with gould, At sight thereof I paye not downe To _Gripus_ every promist crowne-- Now say after mee. May _Mildewe_ I in my best age. _Mild_. May _Mildewe_ I in my best age. _Fish_. Dy in some spittle, stocks or cage.[155] _Mild_. Dy in some spittle stocks or cage. _Fish_. I'l keepe my promisse, fayle not thou thine oathe. So inn and tell my mayster. [_Exit Fisherman_. _Mild_. Yes, bawdes keepe oaths! t'must bee in leap-yeare then, Not now; what wee sweare weel forsweare agen. _Enter Ashburne, Godfrey, and Gripus, to 'em_. _Ashb_. And hee in that did well, for Heaven defend I shoold inritche mee with what's none of myne. Where is the man that claymes it? _Grip_. Heare's my sworne soon, that but even now acknowledgd mee to bee his father. _Ashb_. Knowest thou this? _Mild_. Yes for myne owne. I had thought, lyke one forlorne, All fortune had forsooke mee, but I see My best dayes are to com. Welcom my lyfe! Nay if there bee in any bawde a sowle This nowe hath mett the body. _Ashb_. All's theire safe Unrifled, naye untutcht, save a small caskett With som few trifles of no valewe in't, Yet to mee pretious, synce by them I have fownd My one and only doughter. _Mild_. Howes that, pray? _Ashb_. Thus; thy _Palestra_ is my _Mirable_. _Mild_. Now may you to your comfort keepe the guerle, Synce of my wealthe I am once againe possest. I heare acquitt you of all chardges past Due for her education. _Ashb_. You speake well. _Grip_. It seemes you are possest, and this your owne. _Mild_. Which I'l knowe howe I part with. _Grip_. Com quickly and untrusse. _Mild_. Untrusse, Syr? what? _Grip_. Nay if you stand on poynts,[156] my crowns, my crowns: Com tell them out, a thousand
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