Mast. Noble Du-pont.
Tib. Ye have cloaths now: and ye prate.
Amin. Pray Gentlemen, for my sake be at peace.
Let it become me to make all friends.
Fran. You have stopt our angers Lady.
Alb. This shews noble.
Tib. 'Tis well: 'tis very well: there's half a Bisket,
Break't amongst ye all, and thank my bounty.
This is Cloaths and Plate too; come no more quarrelling.
Amin. But ha! what things are these,
Are they humane creatures?
Enter Sebastian and Nicusa.
Tib. I have heard of Sea-Calves.
Alb. They are no shadows sure, they have Legs and Arms.