Part 31 (1/2)

3 MER: How!

1 MER: St. Mark!

What beast is this!

PER: It is a fish.

2 MER: Come out here!

PER: Nay, you may strike him, sir, and tread upon him; He'll bear a cart.

1 MER: What, to run over him?

PER: Yes, sir.

3 MER: Let's jump upon him.

2 MER: Can he not go?

PER: He creeps, sir.

1 MER: Let's see him creep.

PER: No, good sir, you will hurt him.

2 MER: Heart, I will see him creep, or p.r.i.c.k his guts.

3 MER: Come out here!

PER: Pray you, sir!

[ASIDE TO SIR POLITICK.]

-Creep a little.

1 MER: Forth.

2 MER: Yet farther.

PER: Good sir!-Creep.

2 MER: We'll see his legs.

[THEY PULL OFF THE Sh.e.l.l AND DISCOVER HIM.]

3 MER: Ods so, he has garters!

1 MER: Ay, and gloves!

2 MER: Is this Your fearful tortoise?

PER [DISCOVERING HIMSELF.]: Now, sir Pol, we are even; For your next project I shall be prepared: I am sorry for the funeral of your notes, sir.