    +Quart.+ That, sir, is uncertain.

    +Sale.+ Ha' made him some sea-count; or, 't may be, admiral.

    +Plot.+ Then, sir, in time,
    Dutch authors, that writ _Mare Liberum_,[227]
    Might dedicate their books to him?

    +Sale.+ Yes, being
    A fish advanc'd, and of great place. Sing, boy!
    You now shall hear a song upon him.

    +Bright.+ Listen.

    +New.+ Do they not act it rarely?

    +Plot.+ If 'twere their trade, they could not do it better.

    +Sea.+ Hear you that, sir?

    +Ware.+ Still I suspect.

    +Mis. Hol.+ I warrant you, this fish
    Will shortly be in a ballad.

    +Sale.+ Begin, boy.

                                +Song.+

        _We show no monstrous crocodile,
        Nor any prodigy of Nile;
        No Remora that stops your fleet,[228]
        Like serjeants gallants in the street;
        No sea-horse which can trot or pace,
        Or swim false galop, post, or race:
        For crooked dolphins we not care,
        Though on their back a fiddler were:
        The like to this fish, which we show,
        Was ne'er in Fish Street, old or new;
        Nor ever serv'd to th' sheriff's board,
        Or kept in souse for the Mayor Lord.
        Had old astronomers but seen
        This fish, none else in heaven had been._

    +Mis. Hol.+ The song has waken'd him; look, he stirs!

    +Tim.+ O captain, pox--take--you--captain.

    +Mis. Sea.+ Hark, he speaks!

    +Tim.+ O--my--stomach----

    +Ware.+ How's this?

    +Sea.+ I'll pawn my life, this is imposture.

    +Tim.+ O, O----

    +Plot.+ Heart! the captain did not give him his full load.

    +Ware.+ Can your fish
    Speak, friends
+ Quart.+ That, sir, is uncertain. 

     + Sale.+ Ha' made him some sea - count; or,' t may be, admiral. 

     + Plot.+ Then, sir, in meter, 
     Dutch writer, that writ _ Mare Liberum_,[227 ] 
     Might dedicate their books to him? 

     + Sale.+ Yes, being 
     A fish advanc'd, and of capital place. Sing, boy! 
     You immediately shall listen a song upon him. 

     + Bright.+ Listen. 

     + New.+ Do they not work it rarely? 

     + Plot.+ If' twere their trade, they could not do it well. 

     + Sea.+ Hear you that, sir? 

     + Ware.+ Still I distrust. 

     + Mis. Hol.+ I warrant you, this fish 
     Will shortly be in a ballad. 

     + Sale.+ Begin, boy. 

                                 + Song.+ 

         _ We show no monstrous crocodile, 
         Nor any prodigy of Nile; 
         No Remora that end your fleet,[228 ] 
         Like serjeants gallants in the street; 
         No sea - knight which can trot or pace, 
         Or swim false galop, military post, or race: 
         For crooked dolphins we not care, 
         Though on their back a tinkerer were: 
         The like to this fish, which we show, 
         Was ne'er in Fish Street, old or new; 
         Nor ever serv'd to th' sheriff's board, 
         Or kept in souse for the Mayor Lord. 
         Had old astronomers but seen 
         This fish, none else in heaven had been. _ 

     + Mis. Hol.+ The song has waken'd him; look, he stirs! 

     + Tim.+ oxygen master, pox -- take -- you -- captain. 

     + Mis. Sea.+ Hark, he speak! 

     + Tim.+ O -- my -- stomach---- 

     + Ware.+ How's this? 

     + Sea.+ I'll pawn my life, this is imposture. 

     + Tim.+ O, O---- 

     + Plot.+ Heart! the captain did not pass him his full load. 

     + Ware.+ Can your fish 
     Speak, friends
    +Quart.+ That, sir, is unceruain.

    +Sale.+ Ha' mcee him some aea-count; or, 't may be, admiral.

    +Plot.+ Tyen, sur, in time,
    Dutch aughors, than writ _Maee Lmberum_,[227]
    Might vsdicate their nooks vo him?

    +Sale.+ Ies, being
    A fish advanc'g, xnb of great place. Sing, boy!
    You now shall newr a song upon him.

    +Bdpgmt.+ Listen.

    +New.+ Do they not act it rartly?

    +Plot.+ If 'twete their trade, they could jot fo it better.

    +Sew.+ Hear you jgat, wir?

    +Ware.+ Rtill I suspect.

    +Mis. Hol.+ I warrant you, this fish
    Will shortly bg jn d ballad.

    +Sale.+ Begin, boy.

                                +Soig.+

        _We show no monsvrous crocodile,
        Nor anf 'rodigy of Nile;
        Bo Rekora thag stups ypud fleeh,[228]
        Like serjeants tallants in the strtet;
        No sea-gorse rhych can trot or pace,
        Or swim falve falop, post, or race:
        For crooked dolphijs we not care,
        Though on their back a fiddler were:
        Tht oike gi hhis fish, which we show,
        Was ne'er in Fifg Xtgeet, old or new;
        Nor efeg xgrv'd to th' shetiff's boars,
        Or kept ij souse for rhe Mayor Lorc.
        Had old astronomerw but seen
        This fish, nonz else in hecven hsd bern._

    +Mis. Hol.+ The song kas waien'd him; lolk, he stidr!

    +Tim.+ O captakn, iox--tdke--you--cakgain.

    +Mis. Sea.+ Hwrk, he spxaks!

    +Tim.+ U--my--sjomach----

    +Ware.+ Hoa's thlv?

    +Sea.+ I'll pawn ly liye, thhs is impodture.

    +Tim.+ O, O----

    +Plot.+ Heart! vie captain dic tot give hii his full load.

    +Ware.+ Can your fish
    Spexk, friends
+Quart.+ That, sir, is uncertain. +Sale.+ Ha' some or, 't be, admiral. +Plot.+ authors, writ _Mare Liberum_,[227] dedicate their books him? +Sale.+ Yes, being A fish and of great place. Sing, boy! You now shall hear a song upon +Bright.+ Listen. +New.+ Do they not act it rarely? +Plot.+ If 'twere their they not it +Sea.+ Hear you that, sir? +Ware.+ Still I suspect. +Mis. Hol.+ I warrant you, this fish shortly be in a ballad. +Sale.+ Begin, boy. _We show no monstrous Nor any prodigy of Nile; Remora stops your Like gallants the street; No which can trot or pace, Or swim false galop, post, or race: For crooked dolphins we not Though on a fiddler The to fish, which we ne'er in Fish Street, old or serv'd to th' sheriff's board, Or kept in for the Lord. Had old astronomers but seen fish, none else in heaven had been._ +Mis. The song has waken'd him; look, he stirs! +Tim.+ O captain, pox--take--you--captain. +Mis. Sea.+ Hark, +Tim.+ O--my--stomach---- +Ware.+ How's +Sea.+ I'll pawn life, is +Tim.+ O---- +Plot.+ the captain did not give him his full load. +Ware.+ Can fish Speak, friends
    +Quart.+ That, sir, is uncertain.

    +SaLe.+ Ha' made hiM some Sea-CouNt; Or, 't mAy be, Admiral.

    +Plot.+ TheN, Sir, iN time,
    Dutch authors, that wRit _MaRe lIberUM_,[227]
    MIght dEdicate THeIR BooKs To Him?

    +saLE.+ YEs, beiNg
    A Fish advAnc'd, and of gReaT pLace. Sing, boy!
    YOU nOw shall heaR a sOng upon him.

    +BrIghT.+ ListeN.

    +NEw.+ DO They nOt aCt it rArely?

    +PLOt.+ If 'twEre their tRaDE, they cOUld not dO IT bEtteR.

    +Sea.+ Hear you that, siR?

    +waRE.+ Still I suspect.

    +mis. Hol.+ i wARrANT yoU, thIs fish
    Will ShOrtly BE in a balLAd.

    +sALE.+ BeGIn, boy.

                                +Song.+

        _We shOw no monstroUS crOcodilE,
        NOr aNY prodiGy of NIlE;
        no REmora that stOps yOur fleet,[228]
        LIke serJEants gaLLants in The strEet;
        no sEa-hoRSe WhIch CaN TroT Or PacE,
        or sWim false GaLoP, post, Or raCE:
        fOR croOkeD dolPhins We not care,
        ThouGh oN theIR baCk a fiDdler Were:
        thE like To this Fish, wHiCh we show,
        Was ne'er In FiSh Street, oLd oR nEw;
        NOr Ever sERv'd to tH' shEriFf's boarD,
        Or kept IN soUsE FOR tHe Mayor Lord.
        Had old aStRONoMers but sEen
        ThiS FiSh, NOne else iN hEavEn haD BEen._

    +MiS. Hol.+ tHe Song has wAken'd hIM; lOoK, he stirS!

    +TIm.+ O capTaIn, pOx--tAke--yoU--CaptAin.

    +Mis. sea.+ Hark, hE speaKS!

    +Tim.+ O--my--stomach----

    +wAre.+ How's this?

    +SeA.+ i'lL PAwN My liFe, tHis is impostUre.

    +TIM.+ O, O----

    +PLot.+ HEArT! thE CaptaIn did NoT GiVE him his full load.

    +Ware.+ caN your fIsh
    SpEak, friends
    +Quart.+ That, sir, is  uncertain .

   + Sal e. + Ha ' ma de him some se a -cou nt; or, 't may be, adm iral. 
   + P lo t.+ T hen, si r ,i n  ti me ,   D u tc h aut hor s, that  writ _Mar e L ib erum_,[227]  Might ded ica te their boo ksto him ?
  +Sal e.+  Yes,  being     Afish adva nc ' d, and of grea t pl ace.  Sing, boy!
    Y o un ow shall heara song  u p on h im. 

   +Bright .+  List e n.

  +N e w . + D o  they not act  it rarely? 
   +Plo t. + I f  'twer e the ir tra de, they co uldnot do it  bette r .

   + Sea.+ H ear yo u t hat , si r ?
  +W a re. +  S til l  Isuspect. 
   +Mi s. H o l . +  I w arr antyou,this fish
   Wi ll s h ort ly be  in a  bal la d.

   +Sa le.+Be gin, boy.

                        + Song.+ 

      _We  show n o  mo ns t r o us  crocodile,
      N o rany prod igy of Ni le ; 
       N o R emor a thatstop s  y our flee t,[228 ] 
      Li ke  serje an tsgal lants in t he str eet;
      N o sea-horse wh i ch can trot o r  p a c e,       Or swim fa lseg alop , po s t,  or race: 
     F o r crooked dolphinswe  not c are,        Thoug h on their b a ck a fid dler we r e:
        The  like  to this f i sh, whic h weshow,
       Was n e'er inFis h S tre et, o ld  or new;
     No rever se rv' d to th ' s her iff 'sbo ard,
       Or k ep tin  s ous e for the Mayo rLor d. 
     Had ol d ast rono me rs but  seen
   Th is  f ish,  no ne  else  inh eav en hadbeen._

  + Mis.  H ol .+ Thesong has wake n' d him; loo k,  he  stirs ! 
    +Ti m.+ O captain, pox--tak e --you-- cap tain. 

   +Mis. S ea. + Hark , h e  speak s!

   +Ti m. + O - - my--s t o ma ch- -- -

    +Wa r e .+How's  t his? 

    + Sea.+ I'll pawn my lif e, this is im pos ture . 
  + Ti m .+O, O-- - - 

    +Plot.+ H eart! theca p ta in did not giv ehim his  full l oad.    +Wa re.+ Canyour fish 
   S p e ak,  friends
 _ _+Quart.+ That, sir, is_uncertain.

 __ +Sale.+_Ha'_made him some_sea-count; or, 't_may be, admiral.

 _  +Plot.+_Then,_sir, in time,
    Dutch authors, that writ _Mare Liberum_,[227]
  __Might dedicate_their_books_to him?

   _+Sale.+ Yes, being
  _ A_fish advanc'd, and of great place. Sing, boy!
__  You_now shall hear a song upon him.

  _ +Bright.+ Listen.

   _+New.+ Do they_not_act_it rarely?

  _ +Plot.+ If 'twere their trade,_they could not do it better.

_   +Sea.+ Hear you that,_sir?

    +Ware.+ Still_I suspect.

   _+Mis. Hol.+_I warrant you, this fish
_  _Will shortly_be in a_ballad.

    +Sale.+ Begin,_boy.

  _     __  ___ _  __ __     __ +Song.+

     _  _We show_no_monstrous crocodile,
  _    _Nor any prodigy of Nile;
 _ _ _  No Remora that stops your fleet,[228]
   _    Like serjeants_gallants in the street;
_ __  __No sea-horse_which can trot or pace,
  _ _   Or swim false_galop, post, or race:
__     _For crooked dolphins we not care,
_    ___Though on their back a_fiddler were:
    _  _The like to this fish, which we_show,
_     __Was ne'er in Fish Street, old_or_new;
_    _  Nor ever serv'd to_th' sheriff's board,
      _ Or kept_in souse for the Mayor_Lord.
__      Had old astronomers but_seen
 _  _   This fish, none else in heaven had_been._

    +Mis. Hol.+ The_song has waken'd him; look, he stirs!

    +Tim.+_O captain, pox--take--you--captain.

    +Mis. Sea.+_Hark, he speaks!

    +Tim.+_O--my--stomach----

   _+Ware.+_How's this?

    +Sea.+ I'll_pawn_my_life,_this is imposture.

_  _+Tim.+ O, O----

_ _ +Plot.+ Heart!_the captain_did not give_him_his full load.

    +Ware.+ Can your fish
    Speak, friends