552Alasse, the Seas hath cast me on the Rocks,

553Washt me from shore to shore, and left my breath

554Nothing to thinke on, but ensuing death:

555Let it suffize the greatnesse of your powers,

556To haue bereft a Prince of all his fortunes;

557And hauing throwne him from your watry graue,

558Heere to haue death in peace, is all hee'le craue.

5601. What, to pelch?

5612. Ha, come and bring away the Nets.

5621. What Patch-breech, I say.

5633. What say you Maister?

5641. Looke how thou stirr'st now:

565Come away, or Ile fetch'th with a wanion.

5663. Fayth Maister, I am thinking of the poore men,

567That were cast away before vs euen now.

5681. Alasse poore soules, it grieued my heart to heare,

569What pittifull cryes they made to vs, to helpe them,

570When (welladay) we could scarce helpe our selues.

5713. Nay Maister, sayd not I as much,

572When I saw the Porpas how he bounst and tumbled?

573They say they're halfe fish, halfe flesh:

574A plague on them, they nere come but I looke to be washt.

575Maister, I maruell how the Fishes liue in the Sea?

5761. Why, as Men doe a-land;

577The great ones eate vp the little ones:

578I can compare our rich Misers to nothing so fitly,

579As to a Whale; a playes and tumbles,

580Dryuing the poore Fry before him,

581And at last, deuowre them all at a mouthfull:

582Such Whales haue I heard on, a'th land,

583Who neuer leaue gaping, till they swallow'd

584The whole Parish, Church, Steeple, Belles and all.

585Peri. A prettie morall.

5863. But Maister, if I had been the Sexton,

587I would haue been that day in the belfrie.

5882. Why, Man?