Fisher. I am heare still; and now, master, heare mee.
Clowne. Lett mee proceede. This bagge, this knapsacke, or this portmanteau hee woold make a fishe bycause tooke in his nett. Nowe, syr, I com to you with this ould proverbe, all's not fishe that com's to nett.—There you are, gone againe.
Fisher. But—
Clowne. No butt, nor turbutt. I suspect this budgett to be the bawde's, in which are the discoveryes of this yonge woman's coontry and parents. Now, syr, for their sakes, for my masters sake, for all our sakes use the authority of a mayster to searche, and showe the power you have over a servant to comand.
Ashb. Will hee or not, hee shall assent to that.
Clowne. A meere trick to undoo mee, ere I knwe What I am wanting.
Ashb. Call in the damseles, Intreate them fayrely heather; say wee hope We shall have good newes for them.
Fisher. I will part with it only on this condition, that if there bee nothinge in it which concernes them, the rest may returne to mee unrifled and untutcht.
Ashb. Did it conteyne the valew of a myne I clayme no part in it.
Fisher. Nor you?