Dy in some spittle stocks or cage.
_Fish_. I'l keepe my promisse, fayle not thou thine oathe.
So inn and tell my mayster. [_Exit Fisherman_.
_Mild_. Yes, bawdes keepe oaths! t'must bee in leap-yeare then,
Not now; what wee sweare weel forsweare agen.
_Enter Ashburne, Godfrey, and Gripus, to 'em_.
_Ashb_. And hee in that did well, for Heaven defend
I shoold inritche mee with what's none of myne.
Where is the man that claymes it?
_Grip_. Heare's my sworne soon, that but even now acknowledgd mee to
bee his father.
_Ashb_. Knowest thou this?
_Mild_. Yes for myne owne. I had thought, lyke one forlorne,
All fortune had forsooke mee, but I see
My best dayes are to com. Welcom my lyfe!
Nay if there bee in any bawde a sowle
This nowe hath mett the body.
_Ashb_. All's theire safe
Unrifled, naye untutcht, save a small caskett
With som few trifles of no valewe in't,
Yet to mee pretious, synce by them I have fownd
My one and only doughter.
_Mild_. Howes that, pray?
_Ashb_. Thus; thy _Palestra_ is my _Mirable_.
_Mild_.
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