od frend, staye.

_Godf_. Too ould drown'd ratts: I'l have som sport with them,
And though I pitty those I'l play with these.

_Mild_. What gurles weare those thou spakest of?

_Sarl_. Tell us fyrst
Where wee might finde som comfort.

_Godf_. Lett us oh lett us bee advys'd
And living still to all men,
So though wee bee but midle sizd
Wee shalbe held no small men.

_Mild_. Concerning these fayre damosels, speake of that.

_Sarl_. Which now concernes us most, where may wee meete
With warmth, with foode, and shelter?

_Godf_. Oh thou that dost demand of mee
Som fyre, som meate and harbor,
I see thou lately hast ben washt,
Hath _Neptune_ ben thy barbor?

_Sarl_. This fellowe mearely flowtes our misery,
And laughs att our distresses.

_Mild_. But, kind frende,
Concerninge these yonge women, are they fayre?

_Godf_. Fayre flesh and cleane they bothe appeare
And not lyke gypsies umber'd.

_Mild_. How many?

_Godf_. Just as thou and I when wee are
Once but number'd.

_Mild_. Oh, _Sarleboys_, there's comfort in these woords;
They have allredy warmed my hart within,
Why may not these bee they?

_Sarl_. Bee they or not,
I had rather see one caudell downe my throate,
To wash downe this salt-water, than bee mayster
Of all the wenshes lyveinge.

_Mild_. Oh where, where,
Where might I see too such?

_Godf_. Thou that goest sydewayes lyke a crabb, gapst on mee
lyke an oyster,
Followe thy flat nose and smell them there, in th'out part of
this cloyster.

_Mild_. Oh maye this peece of earthe proove happy to mee
As hath the sea bin fatall.

_Sarl_. I'l followe and coold wish
Boath cloyster and whole villadge weare a fyre
Only to dry my clothes by.

_Godf_. Marry hange you
You that so late scaped drowning for I take you
For too pestiferous rascalls.

_Exeunt_.

Explicit Actus 2.

_Act 3_.

SCENE 1.

_Enter the Lady de Averne with a letter in her hand
readinge, and with her mayde_.

_Lady_. And howe came you by this?

_Mayde_. Followinge you to th'chappell
And I protest not thinking anythinge,
Fryar _Jhon_ o'th suddeine pluckt mee by the sleeve
And whisperd in myne eare to give that to you,
But privatly, bycause it was a thinge
Only toweard your person.

_Lady_. Twas well doonne;
But prithee do no more so, for this tyme
Tak't for a warninge.

_Mayde_. Madam I am skool'd.

_Lady_. Doo so, or ever loose me. Heeres[100] sweet stuffe