Amin. Holy and good things keep me!
What cruel dreams have I had! Who are these?
O they are my friends; for heavens sake Gentlemen
Give me some food to save my life: if ye have ought to spare;
A little to relieve me: I may bless ye;
For weak and wretched, ready to perish,
Even now I die.
Mor. You'll save a labor then,
You bred these miseries, and you shall pay for't;
We have no meat, nor where to have we know not,
Nor how to pull our selves from these afflictions,
We are starv'd too, famisht, all our hopes deluded;
Yet ere we die thus, wee'll have one dainty meal.
Amin. Shall I be with ye Gentlemen?
Lam. Yes mary shall ye: in our bellies Lady.
We love you well—
Lam. Mary wee'll eat your Ladiship.
Fran. You that have buried us in this base Island,
Wee'll bury ye in a more noble Monument.
Sur. Will ye say your prayers, that I may perform Lady?
We are wondrous sharp set; come Gentlemen,
Who are for the hinder parts?
Mor. I.
Fran. I.