Enter Duke of Sesse above, and his daughter Martia like an Amazon.
Ses. I thank you loving mates; I thank you all,
There's to prolong your mirth, and good morrow to you.
Daugh. Take this from me, you're honest, valiant friends;
And such we must make much of. Not a sail stirring?
Gun. Not any within ken yet.
Boats. Without doubt Lady
The wind standing so fair and full upon us,
We shall have sport anon. But noble General,
Why are you still so sad? you take our edge off;
You make us dull, and spiritless.
Ses. I'll tell ye,
Because I will provoke you to be fortunate;
For when you know my cause, 'twill double arm you.
This woman never knew it yet; my daughter,
Some discontents she has.
Daugh. Pray sir go forward.
Ses. These fourteen years, I have stored it here at Sea,
Where the most curious thought could never find it.
Boats. Call up the Master, and all the Mates.
Enter below the Master and Sailers.