Enter Crocale, Juletta, Hippolita. [A Table furnish'd.
Cro. So serve it plentifully,
And lose not time to enquire the cause;
There is a main design that hangs upon this bounty.
See the Table furnisht with Wine too,
That discovers secrets which tortures cannot open:
Open the doors too of the several prisons,
And give all free entrance into this room.
Undiscover'd I can here mark all.
Enter Tib. Mast.
Here's Captain careless, and the tough Ship-master,
The slaves are nos'd like Vultures
How wild they look.
Tib. Ha, the mistery of this,
Some good Hobgoblin rise and reveal.
Mast. I'm amazed at it: nor can I sound the intent.
Tib. Is not this bread,
Substantial bread, not painted?
Mast. But take heed,
You may be poisoned.
Tib. I am sure I am famish'd;
And famine, as the wise man says,
Gripes the guts as much as any Mineral.
This may be Treacle sent to preserve me
After a long Fast: or be it Vipers spittle,
I'll run the hazard.
Mast. We are past all fear, I'll take part with ye.