CHAPTER IX.

This is a gentle trader, and a prudent. He's no Autolycus, to blear your eye, With quips of worldly gauds and gamesomeness; But seasons all his glittering merchandise With wholesome doctrines, suited to the use, As men sauce goose with sage and rosemary. _Old Play._ On the subsequent morning, Mordaunt, in answer to his father's enquiries, began to give him some account of the shipwrecked mariner, whom he had rescued from the waves. But he had not proceeded …