1st Turk. They understand not your Language; but I, who am a Renegade Spaniard, understand you when you speak civilly, which I advise you to do.
Fran. Do you know me, Friend?
1st Turk. I know you to be a Slave, and the Great Turk’s Slave too.
Fran. The Great Turk,—the Great Devil, why, where am I, Friend?
1st Turk. Within the Territories of the Grand Seignior, and this a Palace of Pleasure, where he recreates himself with his Mistresses.
Fran. And how far is that from Cadiz?—but what care I? my Wife, Friend, my own Wife.
1st Turk. Your own,—a true Musselman cou’d have said no more; but take no care for her, she’s provided for.
Fran. Is she dead? That wou’d be some comfort.
1st Turk. No, she’s alive, and in good hands.
Fran. And in good hands! oh, my head! and, oh, my heart! ten thousand tempests burst the belly of this day, wherein old Francisco ventur’d Life and Limbs, Liberty and Wife to the mercy of these Heathen Turks.