p. 146, l. 22. B—E] oft would.
p. 147, l. 1. B—G] but have. l. 17. F omits] thou wilt. l. 31. B—H] vertue. l. 35. F] set us free.
p. 148, l. 9. F] your self. l. 10. B—E] And like to see. l. 14. After
this line B—F, H add]
Finis.
From p. 138, l. 13, to end of Play, A reads]
Enter an olde Captaine, with a crew of Citizens, leading PHARAMONT prisoner.
CAP. Come my brave Mermedons, fal on, let your caps swarm, & your nimble tongues forget your gibrish, of what you lack, and set your mouthes ope' children, till your pallats fall frighted halfe a fathom past the cure of bay-salt & grosse pepper; and then crie Phylaster, brave Phylaster. Let Phylaster be deep in request, my ding-a-dings, my paire of deare Indentures: King of clubs, the your cut-water- chamlets, and your painting: let not your hasty silkes, deerly belovers of Custards & Cheescakes, or your branch cloth of bodkins, or your tyffenies, your robbin-hood scarlet and Johns, tie your affections in durance to your shops, my dainty duckers, up with your three pil'd spirit's, that rightvalourous, and let your accute colours make the King to feele the measure of your mightinesse; Phylaster, cry, myrose nobles, cry.
OMNES. Phylaster, Phylasier.
CAP. How doe you like this, my Lord prisoner?
These are mad boyes I can tell you,
These bee things that will not strike top-sayle to a Foyst,
And let a Man of warre, an Argosea,
Stoope to carry coales.