Foro. Besides the Island has too many of the profession, they hinder on[e] anothers market.
Clow. No, no, the pillory hinders their market.
Foro. You know there the jugling captain.
Clow. I there's a sure card.
Foro. Only the fore-man of their jury is dead, but he dyed like a Roman.
Clow. Else 'tis thought he had made work for the hangman.
Foro. And the very Ball, of your false prophets, he's quasht too.
Clow. He did measure the stars with a false yard, and may now travail to Rome, with a morter on's head to see if he can recover his money that way.
Foro. Come, come, lets fish for this casket, and to Sea presently.