The things we do!

Lett mee better
Surveigh my pryze; 'tis of good weight I feele;
Now should it bee some treasure I weare mayde.
_Clowne_. Which if it proove I'l half marr you or be half made with you.
_Fisher_. It must be gold by th'weight.
_Clowne_. If it bee so heavy 'tis ten to one but I'l do you the curtesye
to ease you of part of your burden.
_Fisher_. None save myself is guilty of this pryze;
'Tis all myne owne, and I'l bee thinke mee best
Howe to beestowe of this ritche magazin.
_Clowne_. And I am stooddiinge too with what lyne, what angle, what
fisguigge[118] what castinge nett I cann share with you in this sea
booty.
_Fisher_. I will dissemble, as most ritche men doo,
Pleade poverty and speake my mayster fayre;
By out my freedom for som little somme,
And, beeinge myne owne man, by lands and howses;
That doon, to sea I'l rigge shipps of myne owne,
And synce the sea hathe made mee upp a stocke
I'l venter it to sea; who knowes but I
In tyme may prove a noble marchant?
_Clowne_. Yes of eele skinnes.--Staye you, Syrra, ho!
_Fisher_.


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