I Vow, I'm glad withal my Heart, that I shou'd help these poor Girls. I'm their Protector at present; and, troth, they're both young, and wonderous pret∣ty. But my jealous prying Wife watches me on all sides, for fear I should be too sweet upon 'em.—But I wonder what's become of our Man Gripus, who went out a Fishing last night: Faith, he'd ha' been wiser had he kept his Bed: Certainly, he must ha' lost his La∣bour, and his Tackling too; the Wind has been so high ever since. By the roughness o' the Sea, I may venture to fry all his Fish i' my bare Hand.—But hold, my Wife calls me to Dinner; I'll go, but I shall ha' my Ears deafn'd with her foolish prattle.