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Scen. 8.

Enter Cancrone and Scrocca.
Con.
What old acqaintance? lie by Mistris a little
I'le fish a while, I may chaunce to catch
A Cods-head; Ile stand and heare them.

Sor.
Did not I tell you we were wrong? sir.

Can.
Me thought, we were at land vile soone.

Scr.
I prethee on which hand was the cape of Peloro,
When wee left Syllaes bandogs.

Can.
That did belong to thy water office to marke,
But sure it stood straight before a little o'th' on side,
Right vpon the left, and then it left, the right,
And turned west by East, and then stood still North, North,
By South.

Con.
Well bould woodcocke
Without a bias.

Scr.
Come looke about you to your land office.
I'le hold a ped of oysters the rocke stands on yonder side;
Looke this way: I prethee is not this Circe's rocke,

Can.

I like thy reasons wondrous well it is her rocke and
her distaffe too.

Con.

I'le spine some thred out of this distaffe.

Scr.

Then I sweare by Circes iugling box wee come in o' th'
wrong side.

Can.

Looke into my poll, canst thou not perceiue by the colour
of my braines that I haue vnlac't her knauery? thou
knowst Circes is a plaguie witch.

Scr.

I she did translate a good father of mine into an hogge.

Can.

She with her whisking white wand, has giuen this
rocke a box ō the eare, & set it one the other side of the country

Scr.

I care not where Circes dwells, but I am sure we dwell
on this side, and wee haue pusht in the cleane contrary way,
and wat you what, wee haue leapt through Hell-mouth: O

strange how—

he falls downe and cries.
Can.

O the Orke the huge huntie, puntie.

Scr.

Vp cancrone I tell thee wee haue scap't him.

Can.

I tell thee Scrocca wee haue not scap't him, he has eate vs vp

Con.

These fishers are new returnd from fishing, and know
not that Atyches has slaine the Orke, I'le Orke them.

Can.

Ah Sirocca I would this Orke were in Neptunes bellie,
that will suffer such a worme to liue in his dominions, I am a
very macherell if the very name be not worse to mee then,
three nights cold fishing.

Scr.
Mee thinks I am colder too then I was before.

Con.
Let mee strike then before the iron be key cold
What hardie fishers dare approch this shore
Vntrod by men this twenty years and more.

Can.
Good now Conchylio doe not the Norke

Scr.
Wee did eate the golden apples; wee.

Can.

What old Cancrone? I am sorrie for your chance
The best that I aduise you is that you returne round about the
Cape presently before the Orke smell you (if he were within
twelue score he might wind them) foh.

Can.
Nay I shall be deuourd.

Con.
Plucke out a good heart man.

Can.
If I could doe so I might saue the Orke a labour, that
Will be done to my hand I know I shall be deuourd.

Con.
Why man.

Can.

Why my grandsire was deflourd, and they say deflouring
goes in a blood.

Con.
If I ridde you both of this feare will you worship mee.

Can.
O worshipfull water-wight.

Scr.
O Neptunes father.

Can.
O Glaucus Mother.

Con.
Why then thus; my deities oracle giues you answer thus
When 2 famous fishers fall vpon this sand
Let them for feare of mightie Orke, leaue seas saile home by land
I haue not pincht them for measure
I haue giuen them Oracle vp to the elbowes.

Can.
Saile ther's your office Scrocca, you must goe:

Scr.
By land, there's your office goe you.

Con.
What can you not expound.
Dragge vp your bote and home-ward crosse this shore

Can.

Wee are all made, I vnderstood you sir, but I did not
know your meaning.

Scr.

Pull you the bote at nose i'le lift at the arse.

Can.

Manners Iacke this is a land voyage, I am master.

Con.

Hoh; roh; droh, Horka, Corca, Suga ponto; the monster coms
downe vnder the boate turne it ouer Ile helpe:

they couer themselues ouer with their beates for feare of the Orke &
Retire thou sacred monster (creepe on)
These sweet soules are no food for thee (on on)
'Tis time these soules were spent they begin
To stink, retire thou great god Neptunes scourg;
Retire I say while this twinne tortoise passes
And dare not once to touch these fish flesh asses.
creept ouer the stage.

Hah, ha, he, farewell good tortoise, what good
foutch? Haddocke Flare and Cod? you shall walke with me
Ile be your Orke: yet ile carry the Cod to my mistris Cosma.
I know she loues it well: let Conchilio be turn'd into an Oyster
if hee would not play the Orke euery day for such sport, it
shall go hard but ile with my friend Cancrone yet once againe.

Exit.
CHORVS.