CYPHER

In the Hall Reading a letter which a footman brought Just now to him from a Lady Sir. Yes, Sir, a Lady in distress; for I Could overhear the fellow say she must Fell her Coach Horses, and return again To her Needle, if your Nephew not supply her With money. He shall not want a spy Sir. But Sir when you are absent if he draw not A Lattice to your door, and hang a bush out— Sir I'm no Sybil's son. Sir, M r Seathrift says you 'will lose the tied, The boat stays for you. I warrant you, S r . Come M r Plotwell shall I Read to you this morning. This is fine, would you Forgotten your Uncle's charge? To learn the Tongues & Mathematics. I knew twould come to this. Here be his Comrades. Yes, Sir. I followd'em to Roseclaps Ordinary Yes, Sir, Just before I saw some Captains enter. Sir, let me alone To make the story doleful. I must needs Speak with one M r Plotwell. And one M r Seathrift They thrust him out. On urgent business. PRay which is M r Plotwell? Sir, I should speak with Young M r Seathrift too. Upon the water? He is in drink, Sir, is he? Then I must tell The news to you, 'tis sad. Your Uncle, Sir, and M r Seathrift are Both drowned some 8 mile below Greenwitch. They went ith' Tilt boat, Sir, and J was one Oth' oars that rowed they, a Cole-ship did over run us, I escaped by swimming, the two old Gentlemen Took hold of one another, and sunk together. Sir, excuse me, Sir, you show The virtues of and Heir. 'Tis too true, Sir. ARe you, Sir, Warehouse, the rich Merchant? Your two ships, Sir, that were now coming home From Ormus are both cast away; the wrack And burden on the place was valewd at Some forty thousand pound. All the men perished, By the violence of the storm, only my self Preserved my life by swimming, till a ship Of Bristol took me up, and brought me home To be the sad reporter. Two small Casks; one of blue Figs, the other Of pickeld Mushrooms ; which served me for bladders, And kept me up from sinking. It a storm Which, Sir, J will describe to you. The Winds Rose of a sudden with that tempestuous force— Good your worship give A poor seafaring man your charity, To carry me back again. I'm come above A hundred mile to tell you this. Thank your Worship. Sir, The two Sheriffs are Within and have both brought their Wives. Yes, Sir, Assoon as you were gone; he only stayed To put on other clothes. Then you are not, Sir, So rich by two ships as you were. 'Tis very true, Sir. I hired this travailing case of one oth' Sailors, That came in one of they. They lie at Black-wall. Troth I in pity, Sir, to M r Plotwell, Thought it my duty to deceive you.