Mir. My fellowe sharer
In all misfortunes; and for many yeares
So deere to mee, I canot tast a blessednes
Of which shee's not partaker.
Wyfe. For thy sake
Shee shall bee myne too, and (in her) I'l thinke
The powers above have for my single losse
Given mee at lengthe a duble recompense.
Scrib. For which hee that protects all inocence Will in good tyme reward you.
Wyfe. Praye, in, in; This could is prejuditiall to your Healthes. I'l count you boathe my twinnes.
[Ext. Wife, Palestra, and Scribonia.
Ashb. Strange alteration! Skoldinge is turn'd to pittye, spleen and mallyce To mercye and compassion.
Fisher. But your promisse Tutchinge my budgett?
Ashb. Godfreye, beare it in And lodge it safe; there's no tyme for that; We'll talke of it herafter.
Godf. Fellow Gripus, I am made for this tyme porter. Ladeys, your trusty treasurer. [Ext. Ashbourne and Godfrey.
Gripus. These are the fishermen and I the fishe catcht in the nett; well my comfort is, thoughe my booty have made me no ritcher then I was, poorer then I am I canott bee. Nowe[136] wherein is the ritche more happy then the poore? I thinke rather lesse blessed and that shall approue by this excellent good ballet, thoughe sett to a scurvy tune.