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Sc: 1.

Alarum. as ye soft musicke begins, a peale of ordnance goes off; then Cornetts sound
a Battaile, wc h ended; Ent: Captaine, Master of a ship, Dick Pike, wt h musketts.
Cap:
fought bravely Countrymen, honor all this while
sate in a Throne of smoake wt h sparckling eyes
looking vpon yor courages, & admiring
yor resolutions, & now rewards yor sweat
wt h victory; the Castle groanes at heart,
her strongest ribbs are bruizd wt h battering Cannons,
& she hath tane into her bowells fire enough to melt her.

Ma:
my Lord came bravely vp to her, & shewd a spirit
that com̄ands danger; his honorable example
gave vs new hearts.

Sol:
faith give ye Spanyards their due, they entertaind vs
handsomely wt h hott meat; 'twas no cold welcome.

Pike:
but I would not willingly swallow their plums
they would rise shrewdly in a mans stomake.

Capt:
At ye first shott, when ye Convertine came in, 3. men were killd.

Ma:
At ye second .4. was't not?

Cap:
At ye Third two more;
one salutation came so close that wt h ye very wind
my hands have almost lost ye sence of feeling.
Iewell, thou mad'st thy musket spitt fire bravely.

Mast:
And my Devonshire blade, honest Dicke Pike,
spard not his Sugar pellets among my Spanyards.

Cap:
He did like a soldier; as he that chargd his muskett told me,
in this service he hath dischargd .70. bullets.

Pike:
I did my part sir, & wish'd I had bene able to have layd 'em on thicker:
but I have lynd somebodyes gutts, much good doe 'em wt h it;
some of them have wishd well to mee.

Cap:
Art hurt?

Mast:
where?

Pi:
no where; one of my flanckes itches
a litle; if a piece of lead have crept in to hide it selfe cowardly,
I am not much in debt for't.

Cap:
let my Surgeons search it.

P:
Search a pudding for plums; let my flesh alone, perhaps it wants
souldering; shall we to't agen; I have halfe a score pills yet
for my Spanyards—better then purging Comfitts.

Ent: a Soldie[OMITTED]
Cap:
what newes?

Sol:
ye fort is yeilded.

Pike.
They have bene speechles
a good while, I thought they'de yeild vp ye Ghost shortly.

Sol:
But on Condition to march away wt h flying colours,
wc h was granted.

Cap:
what's become of ye Captaine of ye fort?

Sol:
Don francisco Bustament is carryed aboord or Generalls ship
where he had a soldier like welcome; but he & all his Company
are put over to Port Reall, vpon ye maine land, because they
should not succor ye Citty.

Cap:
unles he will swim to th'Iland;
& how fares ye Convertine?

Sol:
Her shroudes are torne
to pieces, & her Tacklings to raggs.

Cap:
No matter, she carryes the more honor.

Sol:
5[00] hundred Bulletts sticke in her sides.

Pike. [Cap:]
Tis well they scapd her heart; lying all ye fight litle more
then pistoll shott from 'em; her Starboord still to ye fort, & at
ye least .200. Musketts playing vpon her. I wishd heartily
some of or London roaring Boyes had bene in ye heate of't.

Sol:
wouldst have 'em twice burnt?

Pi:
they should have found a difference
betwixt ye smoake of Tobacco & of a muskett; another manner of noyse,
then Dam me, & refuse me, wc h they vomitt dayly:
It might have done some of 'em good, for by that meanes
they might have prayd heartily once in their lives.

Cap:
The White hall men did good service.

Mast:
Who? ye Collyers?

Sol: 1.
4000, Bullets, their ordnance & ye Hollanders
dischargd vpon ye Castle.

Capt:
Twas well done of all sides, Bullyes;
but since or forces are landed, let it be yor care
to looke well to ye ships; & honest Dick of Devonshire
be not too carelesse of yor hurts; he meanes to fight againe
that provides for his recovery soonest; hold thee, here is something
to pay ye Surgeon [wt h] & to wash ye wound wt hall.

Pi:
My noble Captaine, I'le have care of my owne & drinke yor health
wt h it.

Mast:
thou deservest more then com̄on encouragement
prithee remember mee too.

Exeunt Capt: & Mast:
P:
Why now am I sorry I have no more hurt gentlemen;
but I tooke it as earnest to receive more, if occasion bee.
I have but a Barrell to bestow among my Dons,
while that [can] lasts let 'em come & welcome; the drinke shalbe
spic'd to their hands; their Complexions are blacke,
they shall want no Balls to wash their faces; if any doe light
in ye i r bodies they may chance be scourd all over.

Sol: 2.
we may hap to be in ye sudds our selves.

Pi:
There will be charges savd then; for my part, I am but one,
& there will be shotts enough.

Sol: 2.
more by a score, then I hope wilbe payd these two dayes.

Pi:
Talke not of paying, here's more then a Month comes to;
well, if or service be done, & there be any other liquor to be gott,
we'le drinke no salt water as long as this lasts.

Sol: 2.
Come, let's have a dish to our Countrymen, & let's remember
Tavestoke.

Pi:
Godamercy for that, boy; a match, a match.

Exeunt.