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Ent: Don Pedro Gusman; Henrico, & Manuell, his sons; Don Fernando & Eleonora, his Daughter; & Teniente.Ped:
Gentlemen, y'have much honourd me to take
[my] such entertainement, but y'are welcome all;
twas my desire to have yor Company
at parting, heaven knowes when we shall meete againe.
Ten:
you are for France then too?
Man.
I wayte on my father.
Ped:
Henrico?
Fer:
Eleonora?
Ten:
But how chance, Manuell, yor yonger brother
is at ye Goale before you? what, no Lady to please yor eye?
Man:
I am not yet weary of my freedome; may Henrico
meete Ioy in his Election; yet I know not
one I would sooner chuse to call a Sister, then Eleonora.
Ped:
At my returne from france all things shall bee
consummate, in meane time let yor owne hearts
knilt wt h ye strongest tye of love; be merry,
in mutuall embraces, & let yor prayers
fill or departing sayles; our stay will not
be long; & ye necessity of my affaires
vnwillingly doth take me from you.
Hen:
Though I could wish yor stay, my duty bidds me
expect ye enioying of my happines
till yor returne from france; yor blessing.
Eleo:
How ever heaven dispose of Eleonora,
pray write me in yor thoughts, yor humblest daughter;
that shall make it a part of her devotions
to pray for you.
Fer:
well sir, since your designe
calls you away, may yor good Angell guard you;
Ten:
The like wish I, don Pedro.
Fer:
Manuell, I hope
you will not long breath out of Spanish Ayre; farewell.
Ped:
my thankes to all.—stay
Peeces Dischargd.
Fer:
The Captaine of ye Castle come to interprete
Ent: Bustamente.
that [new] language to vs; what newes?
Bust:
Such as will make all Spaine dance in Canary; ye Brasile fleete.
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Arriv'd?
Bust:
Is putting into harbour, & aloud
calls for a Midwife, she is great wt h [Child] gold
& longs to be delivered.
Ped:
No he Spanyard
Is not a true reioycer at ye newes,
be't a good Omen to our Iourney.
Ten:
So we wish all.
Ped:
May we, at or returne, meet no worse newes
then now at parting; my noble Don fernando
& Teniente, once more farewell; (my daughter, I hope,)
Eleonora, Henrico. nay yor good newes deserves a farewell.
Bust:
A soldiers farewell, a fast hand [to both] & heart; good fate to both.
Hen:
Come Elinor, let them discourse their Ioyes
Ex: Pedro & Manuell.
for ye safe fleete; In thee all my delights embarke themselves.
Bust:
Tush, lett 'em come, or shipps have brought wt h them
the newes of warre.
Fer:
what is that, Gentlemen?
Ten:
I am speaking of a fleete of Enemyes.
fer:
from whence?
Ten:
from England.
Fer:
A Castle in ye Ayre.
Ten:
Doe you not beleive it?
Fer:
I heard such a report
but had no faith in't; a meere Pot gun.
Bust:
nay sir, tis certaine there hath bene great prparation
if our Intelligence be true to vs; & a mighty Navy
threatens ye Sea.
Fern:
what's that to vs: how long hath it bene a voyce [t]
they were at sea? I have venturd to discharge ye soldiers;
wc h to keepe here in pay vpon ye rumour
of a great fleete a comming, would both pester
the Towne, & be vnne[s]cessary charge to ye king or master.
Ten:
But how if they intend vs?
Fer:
Tis not probable;
the time of yeare is past sir now, more then [y]
the middle of October; had they meant vs,
we should have heard their message in loud Cannon
before this time.
Bust:
I am of that opinion.
Ten:
But Don fernando & Bustamente, call to mind
the time hath bene when we supposed too
the season past, they have saluted vs
wt h more then frendly Bulletts, tore ye ribbs
of or Towne vp; made every house too hott
for ye Inhabitants, had a spoyle of all spight of or hearts.
fer:
One Swallow makes not Sum̄er; because once
or City was their prize, is't of necessity
it must be so againe?
Bust:
or were ye Navy
greater, as fame gives out it is ye fayrest
that ever dancd vpon these Seas, why yet
should we suspect for this Citty?
fer:
because we dreame soe.
Ten:
If you did dreame, it may be as neere truth;
I wish ye contrary; but know them daring Enemyes.
fer:
The world, we doe acknowledge, cannot boast
more resolution then ye English hearts seasond for Action.
Ten:
francisco Bustamente? how is ye Castle? what strength?
Bust:
A fort impregnable, wanting neyther soldiers nor munition.
Ten:
Well, looke to't.
Fer:
How ere that wilbe necessary, ye fort
lyes in ye mouth of danger, & it will become
you to discharge that duty, Bustamente.
Bust:
wt h my best Care.
Ten:
I wish all well, & that you had not yet
discharg'd yor Companyes, Don Fernando.
fer:
Come come, putt off yor Ielousy, drinke downe ye remembrance,
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nothing but wine & mirth should crowne this day.
Exeunt.
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