Scrib.  Wee will be sweyde by you as one in whome Wee yet have fownd all goodnes.

Ashb.  Leive them theere To safety, then returne.

[Ex’t. ma:  Ashb.[128]

Clown.  What say’st thou to this gentleman?

Fisher.  No man better.—­Now it will go on my syde; this is my owne master, sure hee cannot bee so unatrall to give sentens against his owne natural servant.—­Syr, good daye.

Ashb.  Gramercyes, I in truth much suffered for thee, Knowing howe rashly thou exposd thyself To such a turbulent sea.

Clown.  I likewyse, Syr, salute you.

Ashb.  Thanks, good frend.

Clown.  But, syr, is this your servant.[129]

Ashb.  Yes, I acknowledge him; And thou I thinke belongst to Mr Raphael, Imployde about these women.

Clown.  Yes I acknowledge it; but you are sure hee’s yours?

Ashb.  Once againe I doo confesse him myne.

Clown.  Then heare mee speake.

Fisher.  Heare mee your servant.[130]

Ashb.  I’l heare the stranger fyrst.

Clown.  In this you doo but justyce, I pray tell mee[131] ...  Sea, is this a fishe or no, or if a fishe what fishe do you call it (peace you).

Ashb.  It is no fishe nor fleshe.

Clowne.  Nor good redd herringe—­fisherman, y’r gone.

Fisher.  Thou art deceav’d I am heare still, and may have heare for ought I knowe to by all the redd herringe in Marcell[es].

Clowne.  Did you ever heare of a fishe cal’d a budgett?

Ashb.  I protest never synce I knew the sea.

Clowne.  You are gone againe fisherman.

Fisher.  I am heare still; and now, master, heare mee.

Clowne.  Lett mee proceede.  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.