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Mend it? Why 'Tis passed the wit oth' Court of Aldermen. Next Merchant Taylor that writes Chronicles Will put us in. You told me M r Warehouse. My son too Hath had his Errors; I could tell the time When all the wine which I put off by whole sale He took again in quarts, and at the day Vintners have paid me with his large scores. But He is reformed too. And hope to be in time Friends in Alliance, Sir. Who, Timothy? Believed a virtuous boy, and for his sister A very Saint. It is most true. 'Twill make us Famous upon the Exchange for ever. I'll home And take leave of my wife and son. You say my son Went with em too? Well, I give My son for lost, undone, passed hope. Pray God your fish be worth it. What is't a whale you take so deer? Who's there too? my wife? And Ms Holland ? Nay I looked for them. But where's my wise son? Thas such a nose and eyes. Pray where took you him? 'Tis strange a fish should leave his Element. The company Should every one believe his partly, would scarce Have faith enough among us. Indeed? As how? Hear you that sir? I'll lay my life this fish Is some confederate Rogue. May not I Ask him some questions? I mar'le My wise son missed this show. Death oh my soul my son? We herd it too In Paul's now as we came. Yes. Fie Sir, good truth it is not manly in you, He feigns to weep. To weep for such a slight lose as a father. No? I'll not endure it. Lets show our selves. Would you seen too A Gorgons head that you stand speechless? or Are you a fish in earnest? Nay Gentlemen, forsake Your Company? And at our graves Your Nephew and my Son had made a Panegyric, And opened all our virtues. I did commit her to your charge that you Might breed her, Ms Scruple, and do require Her at your hand. Here be fine tricks, indeed; My daughter Susan to be stolen a week, And you conceal it; you were of the plot, I do suspect you. No, J'le never trust again A woman with white eyes, that can take notes, And write a Comment on the Catechism. All your devotion's false; is't possible She could be gone without your knowledge? Why 'tis right Some silenced Minister has God her: that J Should breed my daughter in a Conventicle! Nor Your son help being a fish. Go You talk Like prating Gossips. J'le tell you since youd know: my wife and you, Shrill Ms Holland, have two tongues, that when Th'are in conjunction, are busier, and make More noise then country fairs, and utter more tales Then blind-folks, Midwives, Nurse's. Then no show Thought be a Juggler escapes you. You did follow The Elephant so long, and King of Sweden, That people at last came in to see you. Then My son could not be made a Fish, but who Should I find there much taken with the sighed But you two? I may now built Hospitals, Or give my money to Plantations. Exit Seath. Not I? ask Ms Scruple. I have lost My Daughter, Sir she's stolen. Then, Sir, I have A spend thrift to my son. My son Shall know he has a sister. Doubt They speak as if my son were in the room? You are a fool. 'Sdeath my sons name. And do you know me, Sir? Troth It is not kindly done. Unnatural villain. Thou worse then Parricide. And I thy Father. How is it, Sir? you feel have brought along My Fiddlers with me; my Wife and Ms Holland Are good wind Instruments. 'Tis enough for me To put on sadness. Nor you, J hope. But is this true? Bless me good ness! How? This is A Frenchman is't not? You are too patient, Sir. Send for the Marshal, and discharge your house. But are you married, Sir, in earnest? Then I must tell you, Sir, you have wronged me, and I look for satisfaction. Sir, were not you Betrotht once to my daughter? Bear witness, Gentlemen, He does confess it. Why Then have you matched this woman? Is't possible I should Be out in my own child so? Here be rare plots indeed. Why how now, Sir, these young heads have outgone us. Was my Son oth' plot too? Why this Is better still. Now, Sir, you might have asked Consent of Parents. Much better, Sir; I'de chide you as a Fish But that your choice pleads for you. Led the way, Sir. I am paid it. Better and better still. I'll pawn my life This is imposture. I follow you. Ex. Beware. Cyph. And as for you Time Mermaid, Triton, Haddock, The wondrous Indian Fish caught near Peru, Who can be of both Elements, your sighed Will keep you well. Here J do cast thee off, And in thy room pronounce to make thy sister My heir; it would be most unnatural To leave a Fish Land. Lass, Sir, one of your Bright sins and gills must swim in seas of sack, Spout rich Canaries up Like Whale's in Maps. I know you'll not endure to see my Jack Go empty, nor wear shirts of Copprice bags, Nor fast in Paul's, you. J do hate thee now, Worse then a Tempest, Quicksand, Pyrate, Rock, Or fatal Leak, I or a Privy seal. Go let the Captain make you drunk, and let Your next change be into some Ape, ('tis stale To be a Fish twice) or some active Baboon. And when you can find money out, betray What wench ith' Room has lost her maidenhead; Can mount to'th King, and can do all your feats, If your fine chain, and yellow coat come near the Exchange, Jle see you, so I leave you. I assure you, And thats a shrewd mischance.