Fran. And I this.
Tib. You shall be hang'd first.
Lam. My losses shall be made good.
Fran. So shall mine, or with my sword I'll do't;
All that will share with us, assist us.
Tib. Captain, let's set in.
Alb. This money will undo us, undo us all:
Sebast. This Gold was the overthrow of my happiness;
I had command too, when I landed here,
And lead young, high, and noble spirits under me,
This cursed Gold enticing 'em, they set upon their Captain,
On me that own'd this wealth, and this poor Gentleman,
Gave us no few wounds, forc'd us from our own;
And then their civil swords, who should be owners,
And who Lords over all, turn'd against their own lives,
First in their rage, consum'd the Ship,
That poor part of the Ship that scap'd the first wrack,
Next their lives by heaps; Oh be you wise and careful:
Lam. We'll ha' more: sirrah, come shew it.
Fran. Or ten times worse afflictions than thou speak'st of.
Alb. Nay, and ye will be dogs. [Beats 'em out.