Cyph. He is in drink, sir, is he?
Plot. Surely, friend, you are a witch;[232] he is so.
Cyph. Then I must tell the news to you: 'tis sad.
Plot. I'll hear't as sadly.
Cyph. Your uncle, sir, and Master Seathrift are
Both drown'd, some eight miles below Greenwich.
Plot. Drown'd!
Cyph. They went i' th' tilt-boat, sir, and I was one
O' th' oars that rowed him: a coal-ship did o'errun us.
I 'scaped by swimming; the two old gentlemen
Took hold of one another, and sunk together.
Bright. How some men's prayers are heard!
We did invoke
The sea this morning, and see, the Thames has took 'em.
Plot. It cannot be: such good news, gentlemen,
Cannot be true.
Ware. 'Tis very certain, sir.
'Twas talk'd upon th' Exchange.