Quart. Gentlewoman, that
Was but an Irish sturgeon.
Sale. This came from
The Indies, and eats five crowns a day in fry,
Ox-livers, and brown paste.
Mis. Sea. Well, there's three shillings.
Pray, let us have good places now.
Quart. Bear back there!
Mis. Hol. Look, Mistress Seathrift, here be gentlemen.
Sure, 'tis a rare fish.
Mis. Sea. I know one of 'em.
Mis. Hol. And so do I; his sister was my 'prentice.
Mis. Sea. Let's take acquaintance with him.
Plot. Mistress Seathrift,
Hath the sight drawn you hither?
Mis. Sea. Yes, sir, I
And Mistress Holland here, my gossip, pass'd
This way, and so call'd in. Pray, Master Plotwell,
Is not my son here? I was told he went
With you this morning.