Fer. There rides a Pyrate neer, the Duke of Sesse,
My enemy and this Countreys, that in bonds
Holds my dear friend Ascanio: free this friend:
Or bring the Pyrats head; besides your pardon,
And honor of the action, your reward
Is forty thousand Ducates. And because
I know that Virolet is as bold as wise,
Be he your General, as pledge of your faith,
That you will undertake it, let this old man,
And this most constant Matron stay with me:
Of whom, as of my self, I will be careful;
She shall direct you where her Husband is.
Make choice of any ship you think most useful.
They are rig'd for you. [Exeunt Guard, with Juliana and Pand.
Bris. We with joy accept it.
Cam. And will proclaim King Ferrant merciful. [Exeunt.
Ron. The mysterie of this, my Lord? or are you
Chang'd in your nature?
Fer. I'll make thee private to it.
The lives of these weak men, and desperate woman,
Would no way have secur'd me, had I took them;
'Tis Virolet I aim at; he has power,
And knows to hurt. If they encounter Sesse,
And he prove conqueror, I am assur'd
They'll find no mercy: if that they prove victors,
I shall recover, with my friend his head
I most desire of all men.
Ron. Now I have it.
Fer. I'll make thee understand the drift of all.
So we stand sure, thus much for those that fall. [Exeunt.
[Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.]
Enter Boateswain and Gunner.