Godf. Too ould drown'd ratts: I'l have som sport with them, And though I pitty those I'l play with these.
Mild. What gurles weare those thou spakest of?
Sarl. Tell us fyrst Where wee might finde som comfort.
Godf. Lett us oh lett us bee advys'd
And living still to all men,
So though wee bee but midle sizd
Wee shalbe held no small men.
Mild. Concerning these fayre damosels, speake of that.
Sarl. Which now concernes us most, where may wee meete With warmth, with foode, and shelter?
Godf. Oh thou that dost demand of mee
Som fyre, som meate and harbor,
I see thou lately hast ben washt,
Hath Neptune ben thy barbor?
Sarl. This fellowe mearely flowtes our misery, And laughs att our distresses.
Mild. But, kind frende, Concerninge these yonge women, are they fayre?
Godf. Fayre flesh and cleane they bothe appeare And not lyke gypsies umber'd.