Mild. How many?
Godf. Just as thou and I when wee are Once but number'd.
Mild. Oh, Sarleboys, there's comfort in these woords; They have allredy warmed my hart within, Why may not these bee they?
Sarl. Bee they or not,
I had rather see one caudell downe my throate,
To wash downe this salt-water, than bee mayster
Of all the wenshes lyveinge.
Mild. Oh where, where, Where might I see too such?
Godf. Thou that goest sydewayes lyke a crabb, gapst on mee
lyke an oyster,
Followe thy flat nose and smell them there, in th'out part of
this cloyster.
Mild. Oh maye this peece of earthe proove happy to mee As hath the sea bin fatall.
Sarl. I'l followe and coold wish Boath cloyster and whole villadge weare a fyre Only to dry my clothes by.
Godf. Marry hange you You that so late scaped drowning for I take you For too pestiferous rascalls.
Exeunt.