Saar. My winde cooling my broth,
Would blow me to an Ague, when I thought
What harme a winde too great at fea, might do.
Ifhould not fee the fandy howre-glaffe runne,
But I Thould thinké of fhallowes, and of flats,
And fee my wealthy Andrew dockes in fand,
Veyling her high top lower then her ribs,
To kiffe her buriall. Should I goto Clunch,
And fee the holy edifice of stone,
And not bethinke me Atraight of dangerousrockes,
Which touching but my gentle veffels fide,
Would scatter all the spices on the ftreaine,
Fnrobe the roaring waters with my filkes ;
And in a word, but euen now worth this,
And now worth nothing? Shall I haue the though
To thinke on this, and fhall I lacke the thought,
That fuch a thing be-chanc'd would make me fad
But tell not me, I know Anthonie
Is fad to thinke vpon his merchandize.
Anth, Beleeue me no: I thanke my fortune forit,
My ventures are not in one bottome trusted,
Nor to one place; nor is my whole eftate
Vponthe fortune of this prefent yeare:
Therefore my merchandize makes me not fad.
Salar. Then y'are in loue,
Salar. Not in loue neither? Then let vs fay you are fad,
Because you are not merry: and 'twere as cafe
For you to laugh and leape, and say you are merry,
Because you are not fad. Now by two-headed Jane,
Nature hath fram'd ftrange fellowes in her times
Some that will euetmore peepe through their cies,
And laugh like Parrats at a bag-piper.
And other of fuch vinegar afpect,
That they'l not fhew their teeth in way of fmile,
Though Neftor fweare the jeft be laughable.