Make mee, oh heaven,
For this greate blessinge gratefull! and not least
To you my Indeer'd brother.
_Thom_. One thinge woonders mee
That I should fynd you neare _Marcellis_ heare,
When I was aym'd for _Florens_; where your letters
Inform'd mee you were planted.
_Ashb_. But even thither
Those crewell men dog'd mee with such pursuit
That theire I fownd no safety, but was forct
To fly thence with that little I had left
And to retyre mee to this obscure place;
Where by the trade of fishinge I have lyv'd
Till nowe of a contented competens.
Those bates, hookes, lynes and netts for thy good servyce,
_Gripus_, I nowe make thyne.
_Grip_. You are my noble mayster, and would I could have fownd more
tricks then these in my budgett, they had bin all at your servyce.
_Ashb_. I purpose nowe for _England_, whether so please
These gentlemen consort us with theire brydes.
_Boathe_. Most willingly.
_Ashb_. There you shall see what welcome
Our _London_, so much spoake of heare in _France_,
Can give to woorthy strangers.
_Thom_. Att my chardge
Your shippinge is provyded, and at anchor
Lyes ready in the roade.
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