 | Sicelides A Piscatory |  |
Scen. 1.
Enter Conchylio solus.I haue bene studying, what bold hardie foole
Inuented fishers art, that tir'd with safety,
Would needs go play with waues, winds, death and hell,
The summe of fishers life is quickly found,
To sweate, freeze, watch, fast toyle be starud or drownd.
Well had my Mistris found no better trade,
I would ere this haue left these dabling deities,
But she while other fishers fish on the seas,
Sends me a fishing on the Land for flesh:
No, game arriue's amisse vnto her net,
For shees not borne among the cliffs, and rockes
But from Messena comes to sport herselfe
And fish for fooles along these craggie shores,
I tooke her for a Nymph, but shees a woman
A very woman loueth all she sees,
This for his sprightly wit, and that for Musicke,
Him cause hee's faire, another for his blacknesse
Some for their bashfulnes, more for their boldnesse,
The wiseman for his silence, the foole for his bibble babble;
And now she longs in haste for another fat cods-head,
She has (let me see I haue the tallie)
Some hundred louers, yet still desires another
The first that passeth all the rest in loue
Is called Pas: Hah know you your cue so well?
Enter Pas.
He is a malum collum, alas poore foole;
He would engrosse my Mistris to himselfe
He would haue her all alone, let her alone for that
And for that it will not be, he raues and sweares
And chides and fights, but what neede I describe him
Hee'l doe't himselfe, come, begin begin.
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