Raph. For which curtesy,
Fare you well, syr;
You shall oblighe mee to you. If not heare
Weele seeke her further; France shall not conteine them
But I will finde theire start-holes.
Ashb. Good speede with you.
Clowne. If I weare a dogge nowe and coold hunt dry foote[68] I could smell them out presently.
[Exeunt[69] Raphael and Clown.
Ashb. Come lett us mount ourselfes upon these rockes
And, havinge feelinge of our hurts at land,
Letts see what shyppes have ben distrest at sea,
If any shaken in this storme or wreckt;
And though wee cannot help the miserable
Yet lett them taste our pittye.
Godfrey. Sir, content; but I hope your fishermen have not putt to sea this night. If they have I sweare they have showed themselves much madder then the tempest.
Ashb. I hope they have bin more discreate and wyse Then with the hazard of my boates and netts To indanger theire owne lyves.
Godfr. See: do you see, Syr?
Ashb. What?
Godfr. Why, yonder.