Mart. Not enjoy me?
Go from me too?
Vir. For ever thus I leave you;
And how so e're I fare, live you still happy. [Exit Virol.
Mar. Since I am scorn'd, I'll hate thee, scorn thy gifts too,
Thou miserable fool, thou fool to pitty,
And such a rude, demolisht thing, I'll leave thee,
In my revenge: for foolish love, farewell now,
And anger, and the spite of woman enter,
That all the world shall say, that read this story,
My hate, and not my love, begot my glory. [Exit Martia.
Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Sess. Boatswaine, Master, Gunner.
Sess. He that fears death, or tortures, let him leave me.
The stops that we have met with, Crown our Conquest.
Common attempts are fit for common men;
The rare, the rarest spirits. Can we be daunted?
We that have smil'd at Sea at certain ruines,
Which men on shore but hazarded would shake at:
We that have liv'd free, in despite of fortune,
Laught at the out-stretch'd Arm of Tyranny,
As still too short to reach us, shall we faint now?
No my brave mates, I know your fiery temper,
And that you can, and dare, as much as men:
Calamity, that severs worldly friendships,
Could ne'r divide us, you are still the same;
The constant followers of my banisht fortunes;
The Instruments of my revenge; the hands
By which I work, and fashion all my projects.
Mast. And such we will be ever.
Gun. 'Slight Sir, Cramme me
Into a Cannons mouth, and shoot me at
Proud Ferrand's head: may only he fall with me,
My life I rate at nothing.
Boatsw. Could I but get,
Within my swords length of him; and if then
He scape me, may th' account of all his sins
Be added unto mine.