Clowne. Sayd in a jest, in deede! Shipwreck by land![86] I perceive you tooke the woodden waggen for a ship and the violent rayne for the sea, and by cause some one of the wheeles broake and you cast into some water plashe, you thought the shipp had splitt and you had bene in danger of drowneinge.
Scrib. Are you then ignorant how, late in the even,
With purpose to make better sale of us
And to defraude thy maister, hee shipt us
With all the gold and jewels that hee had,
All which save wee are perisht?
Clowne. But that caterpiller, that ould catamiting cankerworme, what's become of him?
Scrib. Dead I hope, with drinkinge of salte water.
Clowne. I would all of his profession had pledged him the same healthe. But how doth Palestra take this?
Scrib. Gladd to bee rid of such a slavery,
Yet sadly weepinge for her casket's losse,
That which included ample testimony
Bothe of her name and parents.
Clowne. All her ill luck go with it![87]—Heere will be simple newes to bringe to my mayster when hee hears shee hath bene shippwreckt! Il make him beleeve I went a fishinge for her to sea and eather drewe her ashore in my netts, or batinge my hooke strooke her and drewe her upp by the gills with myne angle. Make you hast for I'l staye till you come back. [Exit.
Scrib. But this delaye had allmost putt me from What I was sent about; yes this is the place. [Knocks.
Enter Godfrey.
[Godf.] Whoes that that offers violens to these gates That never yet offended? What want you?