Boats. Her noble Father got her in his fury,
And so she proves a Soldier.
Gun. This too I wonder at
Taking so many strangers as he does,
He uses them with that respect and coolness,
Not making prize, but only borrowing
What may supply his want: nor that for nothing;
But renders back what they may stand in need of,
And then parts lovingly: Where, if he take
His Countreyman, that should be nearest to him,
And stand most free from danger, he sure pays for't:
He drowns or hangs the men, ransacks the Bark,
Then gives her up a Bonfire to his fortune.
Boats. The wrongs he has receiv'd from that dull Countrey
That's all I know has purchas'd all his cruelty.
We fare the better; cheerly, cheerly boys,
The ship runs merrily, my Captain's melancholly,
And nothing cures that in him but a Sea-fight:
I hope to meet a sail boy, and a right one.
Gun. That's my hope too; I am ready for the pastime.
Boats. I' th' mean time let's bestow a Song upon him,
To shake him from his dumps, and bid good day to him.
Ho, in the hold.
Enter a Boy.
Boy. Here, here.
Boats. To th' Main top, Boy.
And thou kenst a ship that dares defie us,
Here's Gold.
Boy. I am gone. [Exit Boy.
Boats. Come sirs, a quaint Levet. [Trump. a Levet.
To waken our brave General. Then to our labor.