SALEWIT

Captain. Nay Captain. Roseclap, you'll never leave this, I did tell you Last time the Captain Beatrice you what a Lion He is being asked for reckonings. What if we Do owe you money, Sir, is't fit for you To ask it? No, nor be asked for money. After that, when you broke, Did we here find you out, customed your House, And helped away your victuals which had else Lain mouldy on your hands? Most unheard of exactions! Then remember How you rate salads, Roseclap ; one may buy Gardens as Cheap. And so do I. Sir, I am A servant to the Muses. I looked the next Lord Majors day to see you oth' Livery, Or one oth' Bachelor Whifflers. We have the properties of the last fish. This came from The Indies, and eats five Crowns a day in fry, Ox livers, and brown passed. Make room, you Friend that were going to cut a purse there, make Way for the two old Gentlemen to pass. Enter Warehouse & Seathrift disguised. It is no less. Pray forbear, you'd have Your head broke Cobbler. Waterman you must not enter. Cypher presses in Like a uva terman. Thrust him out. They are yet employed In weightier affairs, make fast the door. Why 'tis a Man fish. And Ocean Centaur, begotten between a Syren And a he stock fish. The States of Holland would have bought him of us Out of a great design. They offered A thousand dollars. Why S r , They were in hope in time to make this fish Of faction against the Spaniard, and do service Unto the state. Why, S r , next plate-fleet To dive, boar holes i'th bottom of their ships, And sink em; you must think a fish Like this May be taught MACHIAVEL, and made a state-fish; Would made him some sea Count; Or't may be Admiral. Yes being A fish advanced, and of great place. Sing boy. You now shall hear a song upon him. Begin boy And yesterday I but complained my stomach Was over charged, & how he minds it? Would you think when we caught him he should speak Drake, Drake. That is when he's angered, Or kept from drink long. What not pledge your Mistress? He is not in the mood now. Sometime you'd wonder at him. Come now next Michaelmas, 'Tis five years we have shown him in most Courts In Christendom, and you will not believe How with mere traveling and observation, He has improved himself, and brought away The language of the Country. He is so M S . Now We'll open door. Frank, Thou shalt be my Phœbus. My next Poem Shall be thy Uncle's Tragedy or the life And death of two Rich Merchant's. What sad Like broke ̄ Gamesters? M r Timothy God's-light who would think your Father should lay weeles To catch you thus? They Were sent for to the Temple, but left word They would be here at supper. We herd all. They had a fling at me. But do you think Your Uncle in this furious mood will marry? A fellow much employed about the Town, That contrives Matches. One that brings together Parties that never saw, or ever met, Till't be for good and all. Knows to a penny Estates and Jointures; J'le undertake he has Now lying by him unprovided some twenty Widow's of all Fortune's that want husbands, And men that want wives, and at and hours warning Can make things ready for the Priest. By Minerva, look, Heres Baneswright. We'll send for they. Yes faith, for better, for worse; I've read a Fiction out of Rablais to they, In a religious tone, which he believes For good French Liturgy. When J had done There came a Christening. No faith, J left they In expectation of their Pastor. Nor Poets: All void of money are privileged. And your conscience now Would have this paid for? Was ever the Like herd? Pray you do not press so hard. And as for me I'm and invited Guest, and am to bless The Venison in French, or in a Grace Of broken English. Be The leave ofe the fair Company. Twelvepence a piece. You Will scarce believe it now. This fish would walk you Two or three mile oth'shore sometime; break houses, Ravish a naked wench or two, (for there Women go naked) then run to Sea again. He'l answer to no name but that. Were is The Breed and Breed-groom ? O, Monsieur, J'me com't To give you zhoy, and bless your Capòn ; were Is your fair Breed ? Foonerall ? Is your Breed dead? Ee can but little English. Dover ? Tere Eelanded. Ee thank you. Exit. Troth Salvum. undis guises. This reverend weed cast off, I'm a lay Poet, And can not marry unless't be in a Play, In the fifth Act, or so; and thats almost Worn out of fashion too. From the sailors.