Sebast. There was so Sir.
Raym. And such, and such young gallants.
Nic. We told you true, Sir,
That they had no means to quit this Island.
Raym. And that amidst their mutiny to save your lives,
You got their Ship.
Sebast. All is most certain, Sir.
Raym. Where are they then? Where are these Men
Or Woman? we are landed where your faiths
Did assure us, we could not miss their sights.
For this news we took ye to our mercy,
Reliev'd ye, when the furious Sea, and Famine
Strove, which should first devour ye;
Cloath'd, and cherisht ye; us'd ye as those ye say ye are.
Fair Gentlemen, now keep your words,
And shew us this company, your own free pitties spoke of;
These men ye left in misery; the Woman.
Men of those noble breedings you pretend to
Should scorn to lie, or get their food with falshood;
Come, direct us.
Sebast. Alass, Sir, they are gone,
But by what means, or providence, we know not.
2 Sayl. Was not the Captain
A fellow of a fiery, yet brave nature,
A middle stature, and of brown complexion?
Nic. He was, Sir.
Raym. 'Twas Albert,
And my poor wretched sister.