Ros. O my daughter!
And you companions with me in all fortunes,
Look on these Caskets, and these Jewels,
These were our own, when first we put to Sea
With good Sebastian: and these the Pyrats
That not alone depriv'd him of this treasure,
But also took his life.
Cro. Part of my present
I will remember was mine own.
Hip. And these were mine.
Ju. Sure, I have worn this Jewel.
Ros. Wherefore do ye stay then,
And not perform my command?
Al. O Heaven!
What cruel fate pursues us.
Ti. I am well enough serv'd,
That must be off'ring Joyntures, Jewels,
And precious stones, more than I brought with me.
Ros. Why shoot ye not?
Cla. Hear me dear Mother;
And when the greatest cruelty, is Justice,
Do not shew mercy: death to these starv'd wretches
Is a reward, not punishment: let 'em live
To undergoe the full weight of your displeasure.
And that they may have sence to feel the torments
They have deserv'd: allow 'em some small pittance,
To linger out their tortures.
Ros. 'Tis well counsell'd.