Abig. Father, it draweth towards midnight now, And 'bout this time the nuns begin to wake; To shun suspicion, therefore, let us part.
Bar. Farewell, my joy, and by my fingers take A kiss from him that sends it from his soul. [Exit Abigail above. Now Phœbus ope the eyelids [47] of the day, And for the raven wake the morning lark,60 That I may hover with her in the air; Singing o'er these, as she does o'er her young. Hermoso [48] Piarer de les Denirch. [Exit.
SCENE II.
Enter [49] Governor, Martin del Bosco, and Knights.
Gov. Now, captain, tell us whither thou art bound? Whence is thy ship that anchors in our road? And why thou cam'st ashore without our leave?
Bosc. Governor of Malta, hither am I bound; My ship, the Flying Dragon, is of Spain, And so am I: Del Bosco is my name; Vice-admiral unto the Catholic King.
1 Knight. 'Tis true, my lord, therefore entreat him well.
Bosc. Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and Afric Moors. For late upon the coast of Corsica,10 Because we vailed [50] not to the Turkish[51] fleet, Their creeping galleys had us in the chase: But suddenly the wind began to rise, And then we luffed and tacked, [52] and fought at ease: Some have we fired, and many have we sunk; But one amongst the rest became our prize: The captain's slain, the rest remain our slaves, Of whom we would make sale in Malta here.
Gov. Martin del Bosco, I have heard of thee; Welcome to Malta, and to all of us;20 But to admit a sale of these thy Turks We may not, nay, we dare not give consent By reason of a tributary league.
1 Knight. Del Bosco, as thou lov'st and honour'st us, Persuade our governor against the Turk; This truce we have is but in hope of gold, And with that sum he craves might we wage war.