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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