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Scæna quarta.
Enter Francis. Grimal. Mast. Botesw. and Sayl.Grim.
Sir, all things are in readinesse, the Turkes
That seas'd vpon my Ship stow'd vnder hatches,
My men resolu'd, and cheerefull. Vse but meanes
To get out of the Ports, vve vvill be ready
To bring you aboard, and then (heauen be but pleas'd)
This for the Viceroyes fleete.
Fran.
Discharge your parts,
In mine I'll not be vvanting; feare not Master,
Something vvill come along to fraught your Barke,
That you vvill haue iust cause to say you neuer
Made such a Voyage.
Mast.
We will stand the hazard.
Fran.
What's the best hower?
After the second vvatch.
Fran.
Enough; each to his charge.
Grim.
We will be carefull.
Exeunt.
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