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Ent: .3. other soldiers.1.
They cannot be far before vs I am sure.
2.
But for ye Hedge, we might descry them wt hin Two muskett shott.
3.
pray god ye Enemy be not wt hin one musket shott of vs; behind ye i s hedges;
for I am sure I saw an Harquebuse whip ore ye way before vs
Ent:
but even now. oh, oh.
Three or 4 shott dischargd, .2. soldiers slaine, ye other falls on his belly.
Pike.
Are you bouncing? Ile no further;
sure these can be no Crow keepers nor bird
scarers from ye fruite? what rascalls were my Countrymen to tell me
there was no danger? alas, what's here? 3. of or Soldiers slaine?
dead, shott through ye very bowells: so, is this quite dead too?
poore wretches, you have payd for yor Capon sauce.
3.
oh, oh.
Pi:
there's some life in yt yet; what cheare? how is't, my heart
of gold? speake man, if thou canst; looke this way; I promise thee
tis an honest man & a true Englishman yt speakes to thee:
thou look'st away as if thou didst not trust me; I prithee speake to
me any thing, Ile take thy word & thanke thee too; Alas I feare
he's past it; he strives, & cannot speake; tis good to shift this ground,
they may be charging more hidden villany while I stand prating
heere; he breathes still, come thou shalt not stay behind for want
of leggs or shoulders to beare thee—If there be surgery in or ships
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& a Christian, in honest Dicke of Devonshire; Come along, nay, now
I feare my honesty is betrayd—A horseman proudly mounted
makes towards me, & tis a Don yt thinkes him selfe as brave
as St. Iaques him selfe: what shall I doe? there is no starting,
I must stand th'encounter; lye still a while, & pray if thou canst,
while I doe my best to save my owne & ye litle breath thou hast left.
but I am in yt prvented too, his breath's quite gone allready;
and all ye Christian duty I have now left for thee is to close thy
eyes wt h a short prayer; mayst thou be in heaven, Amen.
now Don Diego, & Don Thunderbolt, or Don Divell I defye thee.
Ent: Don Iohn arm'd. Pike drawes & wrapps his Cloake about his arme.
Io:
oh Viliaco, Diablo, Anglese.
P:
a pox vpon thee Hispaniola;
They fight.
nay if you be no better in ye Reare then in ye Van,
I shall make no doubt to vanquish & vanquash you too; before we part
my doughty Don Diego.
He hath him downe & disarmes him.
Io:
mercy Englishman, oh spare my life, pardonne moye Ie vous pre.
P:
And take yor goods, is that yor meaning Don?
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I am no pocketeere, no diver into slopps, yet you may please
to empty them yor selfe good Don in recompence of ye sweet life
I give you; you vnderstand me well. This Coyne may passe
in England; what is yor Don ship calld I pray?
Io:
Don Iohn, a knight of Spaine.
P:
A knight of Spayne?
& I [am] a Squire of Tavestoke: well, Don Iohn,
I am a litle in hast, & am vnmannerly constreynd to leave yor
Castillian on foote; while my Devonshire worship shall teach
yor Spanish Iennett an English gallop, a dios signior;
Ent: 12. Muskettiers.
oh what a Tyde of fortunes spight am I now to swim through?
beare vp yet Iovyall heart, & while thou knowest heavens mercy
doe not start. once more let me embrace you signior.
.1.
I say he is an Englishman, lett's shoote him.
2.
I say ye other is a Spanyard & Don Iohn,
& we dare not shoote ye one for feare of killing th'other.
Io:
oh hold, & spare vs both, for we are frends.
.1.
But by your leave we will part yor embraces, so disarme disarme.
Io:
I thanke you Countrymen, I hope you'le trust my honor wt h my armes?
1.
yes take them Signior, but you will yeild ye Englishman or prisoner?
Io:
yes, wt h a Villaines marke.
He woundes him.
1.
A villaines marke indeed, wound a disarmed soldier?
Io:
He triumphd in ye odds he had of me,
& he shall know yt from ye Spanish race
revenge, though nere so bloudy, is not base.
away wt h him a prisoner in to th'Citty.
P:
where you please, although yor Law's more merciles then Seas.
Exeunt.
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