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[Scene vii.]
Out of ye Scene wt hin. Strike top-Sayle—hale yr Bow lines belay Lett fall Anker fast ye Cable.Enter 3 Saylors calling at Mother Nipps for Ale.
Dick.
ffaith Iack we haue had a sound gust had we not
Iack.
I doe not remember a stronger
Nab.
Nor in my life did I feele a stiffer gale
Proes.
but what's that to the purpose, now, we haue gott
our boate within the barr and we are a shore letts
goe drinke downe our sorrowes in ale at Mother
Nipps, I am peslance drye, I eate a taile of a salte
Sharke euen now
Iack
I thought there had beene non in these seaes
Nab.
They had forsaken them but now they haue almost
beat away all other fishe.
Dick
Ist good meate
Nab.
Noe, Drie and full of bones: it hath a prettie tast at
first, and lookes well, but in going downe, if it doe
nott indanger choakeing it assaults the stomacke
with such distast afterwards that you would think it
stroue to swym vp againe—ther is noe cure for this
but drowndinge
Dick
What, wilt thou drowne an Eale?
Yes in good ale if I can gett it
Dick
Come letts haile the goodwyfe, Iack, and bord her
Cottage
Iack
And blow vp her Canns before y
e whistle calls. The
Master is come a shore is he not
Dick
Yes, but tis to receiue his waftage only, I heard him
say he would not stay one iott.
Exeunt
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