Boy. Woe is me.
They have kill'd him, slain him basely, O my Master!
Pand. Well daughter well; what heart had you to do this?
I know he did you wrong; but 'twas his fortune,
And not his fault, for my sake that have lov'd you,
But I see now you scorn me too.
Boy. O Mistress?
Can you [si]t there, and his cold body breathless?
Basely upon the earth?
Pand. Let her alone Boy,
She glories in his end.
Boy. You shall not sit here,
And suffer him you loved—ha! good Sir come hither,
Come hither quickly, heave her up; O heaven Sir,
O God, my heart, sh's cold; cold and stiff too:
Stiff as a stake, she's dead.
Pand. She's gone, nere bend her.
I know her heart, she could not want his company:
Blessing go with thy soul, sweet Angels shadow it
O, that I were the third now, what a happiness!
But I must live, to see you layd in earth both,
Then build a Chapel to your memories,
Where all my wealth shall fashion out your stories.
Then dig a little grave besides, and all's done.
How sweet she looks, her eyes are open smiling,
I thought she had been alive, you are my charge Sir,
And amongst you, I'll see his goods distributed.
Take up the bodies, mourn in heart my friends,
You have lost two noble succors; follow me,
And thou sad Countrey, weep this misery. [Exeunt.
Enter Sess. Boatswaine, Master, Gunner, Citizens, and Souldiers, as many as may be.
Sess. Keep the Ports strongly mann'd, and let none enter,
But such as are known Patriots.
All. Liberty, liberty.
Sess. 'Tis a substantial thing, and not a word
You men of Naples, which if once taken from us,
All other blessings leave us; 'tis a jewel
Worth purchasing, at the dear rate of life,
And so to be defended. O remember
What you have suffer'd, since you parted with it;
And if again you wish not to be slaves,
And properties to Ferrand's pride and lust,
Take noble courage, and make pe[r]fect what
Is happily begun.