Sir P. Mine own device—Good sir, bid my wife’s women
To burn my papers.

1 Mer. Where is he hid?

3 Mer. We must,
And will sure find him.

2 Mer. Which is his study?

Re-enter Peregrine.

1 Mer. What
Are you, sir?

Per. I am a merchant, that came here
To Look upon this tortoise.

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 prick his guts.

3 Mer. Come out here!

Per. Pray you, sir!—Creep a little.

1 Mer. Forth.

2 Mer. Yet farther.

Per. Good sir!—Creep.