Hip. We must, and will have Men.
Cro. I, or wee'll shake off all obedience.
Ros. Are ye mad?
Can no perswasion alter ye? suppose
You had my suffrage to your sute;
Can this Shipwrackt wretch supply them all?
Alb. Hear me great Lady!
I have fellowes in my misery, not far hence,
Divided only by this hellish River,
There live a company of wretched Men,
Such as your charity may make your slaves;
Imagine all the miseries mankind
May suffer under: and they groan beneath 'em.
Cla. But are they like to you?
Jul. Speak they your Language?
Cro. Are they able, lusty men?
Alb. They were good, Ladies;
And in their May of youth of gentle blood,
And such as may deserve ye; now cold and hunger
Hath lessen'd their perfection: but restor'd
To what they were, I doubt not they'll appear
Worthy your favors.
Jul. This is a blessing
We durst not hope for.
Cla. Dear Mother, be not obdurate.