Fris. Ah, ah! How is this? Is not this Crutched Friars? Tell me. I'll hold a crown they gave me so much wine at the tavern, that I am drunk, and know not on't. [Aside.
Har. My Dutchman's out his compass and his card;
He's reck'ning what wind hath drove him hither.
I'll swear he thinks never to see Pisaro's.
Fris. Nay, 'tis so; I am sure drunk. Soft, let me see, what was I about? O, now I have it: I must go to my master's house and counterfeit the Dutchman, and get my young mistress. Well, and I must turn on my left hand, for I have forgot the way quite and clean, [Aside.] Fare de well, good friend; I am a simple Dutchman, I. [Exit Frisco.
Heigh. Fair weather after you: and now, my lads,
Have I not played my part as I should do?
Har. 'Twas well, 'twas well. But now, let's cast about,
To set these woodcocks farther from the house,
And afterwards return unto our girls.
Wal. Content, content. Come, come, make haste. [Exeunt.
Enter Alvaro.
Alv. I go and turn, and dan I come to dis plashe, I can no tell waer, and sal do I can no tell wat. Turn by the pump? I pump it fair.
Enter Delion.
Del. Me aller, end aller, and can no come to Croche Friars.