Ses. Let discretion
Direct your anger; that's a victory,
Which is got with least loss, let us make ours such:
And therefore friends, while we hold parley here,
Raise your scalado on the other side,
But enter'd wreak your suffrings.
[Exit Saylors and Soldiers.
1 Cit. In our wrongs:
There was no mean.
2 Cit. Nor in our full revenge
Will we know any.
Sess. Be appeas'd good man,
No sorrow can redeem them from deaths Prison;
What his inevitable hand hath seiz'd on,
The world cannot recover. All the comfort
That I can give to you, is to see vengeance
Pour'd dreadfully upon the Authors head,
Of which their ashes may be sensible,
That have fain by him. [Sound a parley.
Enter Ferrand, Martia, Ascanio, and Ronvere, above.
Pand. They appear.
Fer. 'Tis not that we esteem rebellious Traytors
Worthy an answer to their proudest Summons
That we vouchsafe our presence; or to exchange
One syllable with 'em: but to let such know,
Though circled round with treason, all points bent
As to their Center at my heart, 'tis free,
Free from fear, villains, and in this weak Tower
Ferrand commands as absolute, as when
He trod upon your necks, and as much s[c]orns you.
And when the Sun of Majesty shall break through
The clouds of your rebellion, every beam
Instead of comfortable heat shall send
Consuming plagues among you; and you call
That government which you term'd tyrannous
Hereafter, gentle.
Sess. Flatter not thy self
With these deluding hopes, thou cruel beast,
Thou art i'th' toyle, and the glad Huntsman prouder,
By whom thou art taken, of his prey, than if
(Like thee) he should command, and spoil his Forrest.