Cl. Why, then I go, go, goe. [Exit Clown.
Ashb. But one thinge I intreate you, Mirable:
This thyrteene yeares, since by rude creditors
Tost and opprest, nay rent out of myne owne,
I have bin forct to seeke my fate abroad,
Howe weare you ravisht thence, or since that tyme
What strange adventures past?
Enter Godfrey, and the wyfe with the handkercher.
Mirable. My mother's presence Must now prevent my answer.
Wyfe. Where is shee? oh wheare, wheare? for by these tokens, These of her childhood most unfallid signes, I knwe her for my doughter.
Mir. I have bene The longe and wretched owner of that cabinet With all therein contein'd.
Wyfe. Into thy boosom Oh lett mee rayne a shower of joyfull teares To welcom thee, my Mirable.
Godf. You threatned her but nowe with skaldinge water; mee thinks you had more neede to comfort her with hott waters, for sure shee canott bee warme synce shee came so late out of the could bathe.
Wyf. Make fyares, bid them make ready wholesom brothes, Make warme the bedd, and see the sheetes well ayred. Att length then have I fownd thee?
Ashb. But what's shee That's in thy fellow-shippe?