_Fisher_. An unatrall child thou art to trust thy naturall parents
into a leatheren bagge and leave them in the bottom of y'e sea.
_Pal_. Showe mee the caskett: if before you ope it
I do not name you every parcell in't
Lett it no more bee myne, mak't your own pryse;
But such small trifles as I justly chalenge
And cannot yeeld you the least benefitt,
Of them let mee bee mystresse, synce they are
The somme and crowne of all my future hopes,
But from my tender infancy deteined.
As for the gould and Jewells mak't your spoyle;
Of that I clayme no portione.
_Fisher_. I accept of the condition.
_Ashb_. Itt is boathe just and honest; we'll have no juggling,
And, _Gripus_, synce the busines concernes you,
Have you a curious ey too't.
_Fisher_. Feare not mee, for boathe at sea and land I was ever a goodd
marksman.
_Ashb_. The caskett is nowe open'd: what coms fyrste?
_Pal_. Above, the clothes in which I fyrst was swathde,
The linnen fyrst worne in myne infancy.
_Ashb_. These are child's swathinges; whether thyne or no
It is to mee uncertaine.
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