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Sce: 3.

Ent: Pike, wt h his sword in his hand, a Cloake on his Arme.
P:
The freshnes of this Ayre does well after ye saltnes of ye Sea;
a pleasant Country too to looke vpon, & would serve well to live vpon
if a man had it, & knew how to place it out of this hott Clymate.
I would I had a matter, or a Mannor indeed, of a .1000. Acres
of these wood lands, & roome to sett it in Devonshire; I would
compare wt h any Prince betweene Tavestoke & Paradice for
an Orchard: But I could wish I were not alone here
in this Conceit dreaming of golden Apples, least they prove
bitter fruite: whether are our land soldiers straggeld troe?
I would faine sett eye on some of them; Ile venture a litle further
Devonshire Dicke was never afraid yet,
Ent: Three Soldiers.
how now, my hearts, vpon a retreat so soone?

.1.
I, to ye shipps, we have or loades here of ye best merchandise
we can find in this Quarter.

.2.
will you taste a Lymon,? excellent
good to coole you.

Pi:
they are goodly ones, where gott you them?

3.
A litle above here, in an Orchard, where we left some of our Company.

Pi:
but may one goe safe, wt hout danger?

.1.
As safely as ever you gatherd nutts in England, ye Spaniards are all fled

.2.
Not soe much as the leg of a Spanyard left
to squayle at their owne Appletrees.

Exeunt soldiers.
Pi:
Ile have a pull at these pom Citrons for my noble Captaine;
& if I had a Porters basket full of 'em I would count them no burthen
in requitall of some part of ye love he hath shewen me.

Exit.