Boats. I think it be the better, but 'tis awry sure;
North and by East, I, there's the point it stands in;
Now halfe a point to the Southward.
Ses. I could laugh,
But that my business requires no mirth now;
Thou art a merry fellow.
Boats. I would the Jew Sir,
Could steer my head right, for I have such a swimming in't,
Ever since I went to Sea first.
Mast. Take Wine and purge it.
Boats. I have had a thousand pils of Sack, a thousand;
A thousand pottle Pills.
Gun. Take more.
Boats. Good Doctor,
Your patient is easily perswaded.
Mast. The next fair open weather
Methinks this Jew
If he were truly known to founder'd Courtiers,
And decay'd Ladies that have lost their fleeces
On every bush, he might pick a pretty living.
Boats. The best of all our gallants, should be glad of him;
For if you mark their marches, they are tender,
Soft, soft, and tender; then but observe their bodies,
And you shall find 'em cemented by a Surgeon,
Or some Physitian for a year or two,
And then to th' tub again, for a new pickle.
This Jew might live a Gentile here.
[Ent. 2 Cittizens at both doors, saluting afar off.