Plot. You shall see him straight.
Mis. Hol. When will the fish begin, sir?
Bright. Heart! she makes him a puppet-play.
Plot. Why, now, they only stay
For company, 't has sounded twice.[224]
Mis. Sea. Indeed
I long to see this fish. I wonder whether
They will cut up his belly; they say a tench
Will make him whole again.
Mis. Hol. Look, Mistress Seathrift, what claws he has!
Mis. Sea. For all the world like crabs.
Mis. Hol. Nay, mark his feet too.
Mis. Sea. For all the world like plaice.
Bright. Was ever better sport heard?