_Mild_. Oh, _Sarleboys_, there's comfort in these woords;
They have allredy warmed my hart within,
Why may not these bee they?
_Sarl_. Bee they or not,
I had rather see one caudell downe my throate,
To wash downe this salt-water, than bee mayster
Of all the wenshes lyveinge.
_Mild_. Oh where, where,
Where might I see too such?
_Godf_. Thou that goest sydewayes lyke a crabb, gapst on mee
lyke an oyster,
Followe thy flat nose and smell them there, in th'out part of
this cloyster.
_Mild_. Oh maye this peece of earthe proove happy to mee
As hath the sea bin fatall.
_Sarl_. I'l followe and coold wish
Boath cloyster and whole villadge weare a fyre
Only to dry my clothes by.
_Godf_. Marry hange you
You that so late scaped drowning for I take you
For too pestiferous rascalls.
_Exeunt_.
Explicit Actus 2.
_Act 3_.
SCENE 1.
_Enter the Lady de Averne with a letter in her hand
readinge, and with her mayde_.
_Lady_. And howe came you by this?
_Mayde_. Followinge you to th'chappell
And I protest not thinking anythinge,
Fryar _Jhon_ o'th suddeine pluckt mee by the sleeve
And whisperd in myne eare to give that to you,
But privatly, bycause it was a thinge
Only toweard your person.
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