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Yet more larboard! hol up against that wave now star board! Hold in Cancrone I mell the shore Cancrone falls in Take hold of the stretcher, and then fasten the rope. Will you come Sir you are yet in my jurisdiction on the water. I and withal remember the roaring boy B reas (puff puff) hold: you bear your poop too high Cancrone, y'ad need go pump. How now Cancrone ! what? poefied? Nay if one draught will serve, he shall never starve for and Epitaph. Here lies? Why will you graven and Epitaph on the Cyclops belly? I me sure he lies yonder. Well sir will you walk home and warm your poeti call vain at the kitchen fire. Come look about you to your land office. I'll hold a ped of oysters the rock stands on yonder side; Look this way: I prithee is not this Circe's ocke, Then I swear by Circe's juggling box we come in of the wrong side. I she did translate a good father of mine into and hog. I care not where Circe's dwells, but I am sure we dwell on this side, and we have pushed in the clean contrary way, and what you what, we have leapt through Hell-mouth: Oh strange how— he falls down and cries. Up cancrone I tell thee we have scaped him. Oh Neptune's father. By land, there's your office go you. Pull you the b to at nose 'le lift at the arse. Sail home by land quotha? well, I'll have that saddle boat hung up for a monument in the temple of Odoxcom, hard by the everlasting shoes, and now to see the ill luck on't never more e need of is, a bouncing feast towards, umber of guests, not a whiting, not a haddock, not a cod-mop in the house: and in stead of catching fish, we must go fish for our nets, Cancrone, come along, along, along: the York's dead and buried, the York's dead and buried. Nay if you swear, we shall catch no fish, what Can rone, Sneak you still? whoop, we shall fish fairly if your searmore be off: Enter Cancro e but ning his coat. How now, what all in white? I hope so: oo but all our fellow fishers say was Aty hes. I prithee on with thy gaberdine again. Well, our nets are not above ground, what shall we do? Well Sir, you'll follow. Exit. What? devout Cancrone knocking at Cupid's door? He might well hear thee for this once: for thou dost not trouble him often. But if I had not looked to them better then he had, we might have gone whistle for them: come Cancrone, will you go? Why then we'll take the galley foist. Well, if you come, you shall have us at the read roche. Why Cancrone, this is the slavery on't, had we been Master fishers, we should never have been troubled to climb up these Mountains, we should never have been cast to our old acquaintance the fish. I fear they will gest us well enough. I care not whose hands I fallen into, I'm sure he shall have no sweet bit of me now; nothing grieves me, but that having done but one good deed in all my life, I must die for that. Well sir, you may say what you will, but if we live by the Law, how comes it to pass, that we must die by the Law? Nay Cancrone, thou diest for saving thy master too. What, man? thou couldst never have done thy Master better service then to die for him, nay, if Perindus live, I care not. Mantled hither! marry this Priest hath mantled us for saving our Master Perindus. We caught him out of the water. And brought him to the ship where the mariners keep him. Cancrone, this is a land voyage, you must lead the way. Come help to laue her. Ah would this is something fresher then Neptuns salt potion, seest not what a pickle I amin, but Oh those Scylla's ban dogs ( bough wough ) our boat bepissed her self for fear. Me thinks I am colder too then I was before. We did eat the go den apples; we. My pretty sea-cob, why I prithee why in thy white? I but I wonder that in all thy Poems thou never madest and Epitaph for thy grandsire that was eaten up by the Cy clops. Did not I tell you we were wrong? sir. I prithee on which hand was the cape of Peloro, When we left Sulla's bandogs.
Plot summary
Plot — Sicelides (The Sicilians)
A year before the start of the action, Olinda rejected the love of Thalander, a friend of her brother Perindus. Thalander pined away, but sent Atyches to her with a final message and gift. Since then, Atyches has wooed her with equal lack of success. Now an enchanter has framed her for the crime of picking fruit from Neptune’s tree, and she is to be sacrificed to a sea-monster, the Orca, unless a champion comes forward to fight it on her behalf. Atyches does so, and kills the monster. In accordance with custom, she is - obliged to marry him. Atyches reveals to Perindus that he is really Thalander in disguise. Perindus once loved Glaucilla, but now refuses her after an oracle foretold trouble associated with both his and Olinda’s marriages: Olinda would die when married, and either Perindus or his bride would be cast from a rock. Cosma has come from the city to the seaside, where she attracts a number of lovers, including the foolish Pas, the ancient Fredocaldo, and the local Cyclops Rimbombo. She in turn is interested in Perindus, who does not reciprocate. She gives Glaucilla a medicine to cure the pangs of love, which Glaucilla gives to Olinda, who is secretly grieving for Thalander’s death; the medicine is poisoned, and Olinda dies. Glaucilla is condemned to be thrown from a rock for the murder. The long-lost father of Perindus and Olinda returns home to learn that his daughter is dead. Moreover, Perindus chooses to sacrifice his own life to save Glaucilla’s, and is thrown off the rock in her place. Some mariners fish him out of the sea still alive, but his servants, who helped, are condemned to death for it and sent to be eaten by Rimbombo. The truth eventually emerges: Olinda is still alive, because Glaucilla substituted a sleeping potion for the poison, and Cosma is identified as the cause of all the trouble. The servants are pardoned and Cosma is sentenced to a lifetime of unrequited love, and to be loved only by fools.