The things we do!

_Mild_. Hee talkt of guerles: why may not these bee they,
Escapt as wee? staye, younge man, good frend, staye.
_Godf_. Too ould drown'd ratts: I'l have som sport with them,
And though I pitty those I'l play with these.
_Mild_. What gurles weare those thou spakest of?
_Sarl_. Tell us fyrst
Where wee might finde som comfort.
_Godf_. Lett us oh lett us bee advys'd
And living still to all men,
So though wee bee but midle sizd
Wee shalbe held no small men.
_Mild_. Concerning these fayre damosels, speake of that.
_Sarl_. Which now concernes us most, where may wee meete
With warmth, with foode, and shelter?
_Godf_. Oh thou that dost demand of mee
Som fyre, som meate and harbor,
I see thou lately hast ben washt,
Hath _Neptune_ ben thy barbor?
_Sarl_. This fellowe mearely flowtes our misery,
And laughs att our distresses.
_Mild_. But, kind frende,
Concerninge these yonge women, are they fayre?
_Godf_. Fayre flesh and cleane they bothe appeare
And not lyke gypsies umber'd.
_Mild_. How many?
_Godf_. Just as thou and I when wee are
Once but number'd.


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