Clown. Then heare mee speake.
Fisher. Heare mee your servant.[130]
Ashb. I'l heare the stranger fyrst.
Clown. In this you doo but justyce, I pray tell mee[131] … Sea, is this a fishe or no, or if a fishe what fishe do you call it (peace you).
Ashb. It is no fishe nor fleshe.
Clowne. Nor good redd herringe—fisherman, y'r gone.
Fisher. Thou art deceav'd I am heare still, and may have heare for ought I knowe to by all the redd herringe in Marcell[es].
Clowne. Did you ever heare of a fishe cal'd a budgett?
Ashb. I protest never synce I knew the sea.
Clowne. You are gone againe fisherman.