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1.Die, ke-tha; now Gods forbid't, an I haue a Gowne heere, come put it on, keepe thee warme: now afore mee a handsome fellow: Come, thou shalt goe home, and wee'le haue Flesh for all day, Fish for fasting-dayes and more; or Puddinges and Flap-iackes, and thou shalt be welcome.

Per.I thanke you sir.

2.Harke you my friend: You sayd you could not beg?

Per.I did but craue.

2.But craue?
Then Ile turne Crauer too, and so I shall scape whipping.

Peri.Why, are your Beggers whipt then?

2.Oh not all, my friend, not all: for if all your Beggers were whipt, I would wish no better office, then to be Beadle: But Maister, Ile goe draw vp the Net.

Per.How well this honest mirth becomes their labour?

1.Harke you sir; doe you know where yee are?

Per.Not well.

1.Why Ile tell you, this is cald Pantapolos,
And our King, the good Symonides.

Per.The good Symonides, doe you call him?

1.I sir, and he deserues so to be cal'd,
For his peaceable raigne, and good gouermnent.

Per.He is a happy King, since he gaines from
His subiects the name of good, by his gouermnent.
How farre is his Court distant from this shore?

1.Mary sir, halfe a dayes iourney: And Ile tell you,
He hath a faire Daughter, and to morrow is her birth-day,
And there are Princes and Knights come from all partes of the World to Iust and Turney for her loue.

Per.Were my fortunes equall to my desires,
I could wish to make one there.

1.O sir, things must be as they may: and what a man can not get, he may lawfully deale for his Wiues soule.

Enter the two Fisher-men, drawing up a Net.

2.Helpe Maister helpe; heere's a Fish hanges in the Net,
Like a poore mans right in the law: t'will hardly come out.
Ha bots on't, tis come at last; & tis turnd to a rusty Armour.

Per. An