Mis. Sea. You hear her mistress could not help it.
Sea. Nor your son help being a fish.
Mis. Hol. Why, sir, was he
The first that was abus'd by captains?
Sea. Go: you talk like prating gossips.
Mis. Hol. Gossips! 'slight, what gossips, sir?
Mis. Sea. What gossips are we? speak.
Sea. I'll tell you, since you'd know. My wife and you,
Shrill Mistress Holland, have two tongues, that when
They're in conjunction, are busier, and make
More noise than country fairs, and utter more tales
Than blind folks, midwifes, nurses. Then no show,
Though't be a juggler, 'scapes you: you did follow
The Elephant so long, and King of Sweden,
That people at last came in to see you. Then
My son could not be made a fish, but who
Should I find there, much taken with the sight,
But you two! I may now build hospitals,
Or give my money to plantations. [Exit Seathrift.
Mis. Sea. Let's follow him. Come, Mistress Scruple,.
Mis. Hol. Just as your Sue left her schoolmistress,
My Pen left me.
Mis. Scr. They'll come again, I warrant you. [Exeunt.