Mast. We'll spare her our main top-sail,
He shall not look us long, we are no starters.
Down with the foresail too, we'll spoom before her.
Mart. Gunner, good noble Gunner, for my honor
Load me but these two Minions in the chape there;
And load 'em right, that they may bid fair welcome,
And be thine eye, and level as thy heart is.
Gun. Madam, I'll scratch 'em out, I'll piss 'em out else.
Sayl. above. Ho.
Ses. Of whence now?
Sail. Of Naples, Naples, Naples.
I see her top-Flag, how she quarters Naples.
I hear her Trumpets.
Ses. Down, she's welcome to us. [Exit Mast. Boats. Gun. Sail.
Every man to his charge, mann her i'th' bow well.
And place your Rakers right, Daughter be sparing.
Mart. I swear I'll be above Sir, in the thickest,
And where most danger is, I'll seek for honor.
They have begun, hark how their Trumpets call us.
Hark how the wide-mouth'd Cannons sing amongst us.
Hark how they sail; out of our shels for shame Sir.
Ses. Now fortune and my cause.
Mart. Be bold and conquer. [Exit.