Mild. Hee talkt of a leatheren budgett lost at sea; More of that newes would please mee.
Fish. Bee hee a Cristian or beleeve in Mawmett[153] I such a one this night tooke in my drawnett.
Mild. My soone, my child, nay rather, thou young man, I'l take thee for my father, for in this Sure thou hast new begott mee.
Fish. Blessing on thee!
But shoold I have a thousand children more,
I almost durst presume I never should have
Another more hard favored.
Mild. Thou art any thinge. But hast thou such a budgett?
Fisher. Syr, I have And new tooke from the sea. What woldst thou give And have it safe?
Mild. I'l give a hundred crownes.
Fish. Tush, offer me a sowse[154] but not in th'eare; I will barr that afore hand.
Mild. And all safe, I'l give thee then too hondred.
Fish. Offer me a cardeq!