Zan. Hist, wenches: my Lady calls, she's entring
The Tarrase, to see the show.
1. Oh black pudding.
2. My little labor in vain.
1. But what scurvy Knights have we here in Malta, that
when they are dubd take their oath of allegiance to live poor,
and chastly ever after!
2. 'Faith many Knights in other Nations (I have heard)
are as poor as ours: marry where one of 'em has taken the
Oath of chastity, we want a new Columbus to find out. [Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter (above) Oriana, Zanchia, two Gentlewomen, (beneath) Valetta, Mountferrat, Astorius, Castriot, Gomera, Miranda, Attendants of Knights, &c.
Mount. Are you there Lady?
Ori. Thou art a naughty Man,
Heaven mend thee.
Val. Our greet meeting princely brothers,
Ye holy Souldiers of the Christian Cross,
Is to relieve our Captain Norandine,
Now fighting for Valetta with the Turk,
A valliant Gentleman, a noble Dane
As ere the Countrey bred, endangered now
By fresh supply of head-bound Infidels.
Much means, much blood this warlike Dane hath spent
To advance our flag, above their horned moons,
And oft hath brought in profitable conquest:
We must not see him perish in our view:
How far off fight they?