Sea. An’t please your Honours, Frightall’s Officers have seiz’d all the Ships in the River, and rid now round the Shore, and had by this time secur’d the sandy Beach, and landed Men to fire the Town, but that they are high in drink aboard the Ship call’d the Good-Subject; the Master of her sent me to let your Honours know, that a few Men sent to his assistance will surprize them and retake the Ships.
Well. Now, Gentlemen, here is a brave occasion for Emulation—why writ not the Master?
Dull. Ay, had he writ, I had soon been amongst them, i’faith; but this is some Plot to betray us.
Sea. Keep me here, and kill me if it be not true.
Down. He says well—there’s a Brigantine and a Shallop ready, I’ll embark immediately.
Friend. No, Sir, your Presence is here more necessary, let me have the Honour of this Expedition.
Haz. I’ll go your Volunteer, Charles.
Well. Who else offers to go?
Whim. A mere Trick to kidnap us, by Bacon,—if the Captain had writ.
Tim. Ay, ay, if he had writ—