015 The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg’d and embraced by the strumpet wind!
[017] How like the prodigal doth she return,
[018] With over-weather’d ribs and ragged sails,
Lean, rent, and beggar’d by the strumpet wind!
020 Salar. Here comes Lorenzo: more of this hereafter.
Enter Lorenzo.
Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode;
Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait:
When you shall please to play the thieves for wives,