1 Sail. Will they not moore her?
2 Sail. Not till we come to the Fort,
This is too weak a place for our defences,
The Carpenters are hard at work; she swims well,
And may hold out another fight. The ship we took
Burns there to give us light.
1 Sayl. She made a brave fight.
2 Sayl. She put us all in fear.
1 Sail. Beshrew my heart did she.
Her men are gone to Candia, they are pepper'd,
All but this prisoner.
2 Sayl. Sure he's a brave fellow.
1 Sayl. A stubborn knave, but we have pul'd his bravery.
[He discovers Virolet and Ascanio in the Bilboes.
Look how he looks now: come let's go serve his dyet,
Which is but bread and water.
2 Sayl. He'll grow fat on't. [Exeunt Sailors.
Asca. I must confess I have endur'd much misery,
Even almost to the ruine of my spirit,
But ten times more grows my affliction,
To find my friend here.
Vir. Had we serv'd our Countrey,
Or honesties, as we have serv'd our follies,
We had not been here now?