Alb. I thank ye Madam,
And it shall be my practise to serve.
What cheer companions?
Tib. No great cheer Sir, a piece of souc'd Bisket
And halfe a hard egg; for the Sea has taken order;
Being young and strong, we shall not surfet Captain.
For mine own part, I'll dance till I'm dry;
Come Surgeon, out with your Clister-pipe,
And strike a Galliard.
Alb. What a brave day again!
And what fair weather, after so foul a storm!
La mure. I, an't pleas'd the Master he might ha seen
This weather, and ha' say'd our goods.
Alb. Never think on 'em, we have our lives and healths.
Lam. I must think on 'em, and think
'Twas most maliciously done to undoe me.
Fran. And me too, I lost all;
I ha'n't another shirt to put upon me, nor cloaths
But these poor rags; I had fifteen fair suits,
The worst was cut upon Taffaty.
Tib. I am glad you ha' lost, give me thy hand,
Is thy skin whole? art thou not purl'd with scabs?
No antient monuments of Madam Venus?
Thou hast a suit then will pose the cunning'st Tailor,
That will never turn fashion, nor forsake thee,
Till thy executors the Worms, uncase thee,
They take off glorious sutes Franvile: thou art happy,
Thou art deliver'd of 'em; here are no Brokers;
No Alchymists to turn 'em into Mettal;
Nor leather'd Captains, with Ladies to adore 'em;
Wilt thou see a Dog-fish rise in one of thy brave doublets,
And tumble like a tub to make thee merry,
Or an old Haddock rise with thy hatch'd sword
Thou paid'st a hundred Crowns for?
A Mermaid in a Mantle of your Worships,
Or a Dolphin in your double Ruffe?
Fran. Ye are merry, but if I take it thus,
If I be foisted and jeer'd out of my goods.
Lam. Nor I, I vow thee.
Nor Master, nor Mate, I see your cunning.