Foss. A meer human child.
Town. Thy carelessness, Sarsnet, has exposed me, I am lost and ruin'd. O heav'n! heav'n! No, impudence assist me.
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Foss. Is the child monstrous? or dost thou bring him here to take physick?
Sail. I care not what he takes so you take him.
Foss. What does the fellow mean?
Sail. Fellow me no fellows. My name is Jack Capstone of Deptford, and are not you the man that has the raree-show of oyster-shells and pebble-stones?
Fos. What if I am?
Sail. Why, then my invoice is right, I must leave my cargo here.
Town. Miserable woman that I am! how shall I support this fight! thy bastard brought into thy family as soon as thy bride!
Fos. Patience, patience, I beseech you. Indeed I have no posterity.