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Enter the Bawde Mildewe and Sarlaboyse.Mildew,
Hee that would stooddy to bee miserable
lett him fforsake the land and putt to sea,
what widging that hathe any bryne att all
woold trust his saffety to a rotten [barke] planke.
that hathe on earthe sownd ffootinge,
Sarlab:
none but madmen
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why then off one, thrifty and well advisd
stryvst thou to make mee such. wheres nwe the gayne
and proffitt promist, the ritche marchandyse
off Lust and whooringe, the greate' vsury,
gott by the sale off wantons. These Cursed wretche[s]
wth all the wealthe and treasure that I had,
[a magazin off ritches nay even those,]
[by whome I ment to rayse a ffortune by]
all perisht in one bottom, and all [these] all
throughe thy malitious counsell
Sarlaboyes.
curse thy selffe
the trusty barke ore laden wth thy [vill] sinnes:
Baudryes grosse lyes thy thefts and periuryes
beesydes the burden off thy Ill gott goodds.
not able to Indure so greate a weight
was fforct to sinke beneathe them
Mildew.
[had not thy greater ffraught [wth] bin shipt wth Myne,]
[she' had neare bin over sett,]
Sarlab:
[I rather thinke]
[had wee when ffyrst the shippe beegan to dance]
[hurld thee wth [all] thy Curst Ladinge over-boord]
[wee had sayld light and tight]
Mildewe.
out dogge
Sarlab:
out Devill.
Mildewe
by thee I am made nothinge oh my [whoores] guirles
you sweete and never ffaylinge marchandyse,
Comodityes in all coasts woorthy coyne
christian or heathen, by whome In distresses.
I coold have raysd a ffortune, man vndoon
that I should loose you thus.
Sarlab.
I knwe' hee had rather
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then one destroyde' by water, but oh Neptne
I ffeare I have supt so mch off thy salt brothe
twill bring mee to a ffeavour,
Mildew.
oh my Palestra,
and ffayre scribonia, weare but you too saffe,
yet some hope weare reservd me
Sarlab.
I praye mildewe,
when you so early' to the bottom [dyv'd,] dyv'd
ffor whome [wher] weare you a ffishinge.
Mildew,
marry ffor Maydes.
woold I knewe howe to catche them, but my gutts.
howe they are sweld wth Sea-brine.
Sarlab:
tis good phisicke [to]
to cure thee off the mangy,
Mildewe,
wretched man
that have no more left off a Magazin,
then these wett Cloathes vpon mee nay the woorst
off all I had and purposely putt on
only to lye a shipp-boord.
Sarlab.
once to day
thou weart in wealthe aboue mee. nwe the Seas have
left vs an equall portion,
Mildew.
In all the woorld
I vowe I am not woorthe' a lighted ffaggott,
or a porre pan off charcoale,
Sarbal
Iusly pnisht
thou that hast all thy lyffe tyme dealt in ffyre' woorkes.
stoves and hott bathes to sweet in, nwe to have
thy teethe to chatter in thy head ffor cowld
nimbler then virginall Iacks.
Mildew.
[th'art a sweet guest.]
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[too good ffor such an host. better to have bin]
[lodgd in som spittle. or iff possible]
[to bee Imprisoned in som surgeons [boxes] box]
[that smells off Salves and plasters.]
Mildewe
nowe, what sharke,
or wyde-mouthd whale shall swallowe vpp my budget
may it at th'Instand choake him,
Sarlab:
Cursedly t was gott
and nwe thy curse goes wth it
Mildew.
but those guirles
nought so mch greives mee as to part wth them
bee ffore they lost theire maden-heads, had they lyvd
till I had seene them women and o'th trade,
my cost and care beestowed to bringe them vpp
I should have thought well spent wch nwe wth them
Is meerely cast away,
Enter godffrey
Sarlab:
peace nwe your pratinge, and hearre another speak
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[the pale religious wch was the pledge]
[off a kisse lascivious, I have giuen backe,]
[ey and to boote the water, but wthin]
[theres such a Coyle beetwixt the 2 yonge guirles,]
[such quakinge shakinge, quiveringe shiveringe,]
[such Cryinge and suche talke off flyinge, then off hyding]
[and thats theres no abydinge. one Cryes out and calls]
[the others redy to breake downe the walls.]
[then weepinge they whisper together]
[and saye they woold roon Iff they knew whether]
[and are in deede putt to such strange affrights]
[that I was affrayde they weare hanted wth springht]
[and ther-ffore ran and left them lass poore guirles]
[they are in piteous ffeare.]
Mildewe,
hee talkt off guirles. why may not these bee they
escapt as wee: sty yonge man, good ffrend sty,
godff
too ould drownd ratts I'l have som sport wth' them
and though I pitty those Il playe wth these,
Mildew.
what gurles weare, these thou spakest off
Sarlab:
tell vs ffyrst
where wee might ffinde som [shelter] comffort
godffrey:
Lett vs oh lett vs bee advysd and loveinge still to all men
so though wee bee but midle sizd, wee shalbee held no small men
Mildew,
concerninge these ffayre damesels.
Sarlab:
speake off that
wch nwe concernes vs most where may wee [might] meete.
wth warmth wth ffoode and shelter,
Godf
oh thou that dost demand off mee som ffyar som meate & harbo[OMITTED]
I see thou lately hast bin washt hath Neptune bin thy barbe[OMITTED]
Sarlab:
this ffellowe meare-ly fflowtes our misery
and laughes att our distresses,
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but kind ffrende.
[tush] concerninge these yonge women are they ffayre.
godffry
ffayre ffresh and cleane they boathe appeare and not lyk gyps«y» vmberd
Mildew.
how many
godffrey,
Iust as thou and I when wee are once but nombred.
mildew.
oh Sarlabois. theres Comffort in these woords.
they have allredy warm'd my hart wthin [they]
why may not these bee they
Sarlab.
bee they or not.
I had rather see one caudell down my' throate,
to wash downe this salt-water than bee myster
off all the wenshes lyvinge.
Mildew,
oh where where
where might I see too such,
godff
thou that goe'st syde' wayes lyke a Crabb: gap'st on mee lyke an oyster
ffollowe thy fflot nose & smell them there, in th'out part off this Cloyster
Mildewe.
oh may this peece off Earth prove happy to mee,
as hath the Sea bin ffatall,
Sarlab:
Il ffollowe and coold wish
boath cloyster and whole villadge weare' a ffyar,
only to dry my clothes by,
godffrey
marry hange you
you that so late scape'd drowninge, ffor I take you
ffor too pestifferous raskalls.
Exent. clere
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