This bagge, this knapsacke, or this
portmanteau hee woold make a fishe bycause tooke in his nett. Nowe,
syr, I com to you with this ould proverbe, all's not fishe that com's
to nett.--There you are, gone againe.
_Fisher_. But--
_Clowne_. No butt, nor turbutt. I suspect this budgett to be the
bawde's, in which are the discoveryes of this yonge woman's coontry
and parents. Now, syr, for their sakes, for my masters sake, for all
our sakes use the authority of a mayster to searche, and showe the
power you have over a servant to comand.
_Ashb_. Will hee or not, hee shall assent to that.
_Clowne_. A meere trick to undoo mee, ere I knwe
What I am wanting.
_Ashb_. Call in the damseles,
Intreate them fayrely heather; say wee hope
We shall have good newes for them.
_Fisher_. I will part with it only on this condition, that if there
bee nothinge in it which concernes them, the rest may returne to mee
unrifled and untutcht.
_Ashb_. Did it conteyne the valew of a myne
I clayme no part in it.
_Fisher_. Nor you?
_Clowne_. Nor I.
_Fisher_.
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