Servants, Robbers, Seamen, and Masquers.
SCENE—Alicant.
THE RIVAL LADIES.
ACT I.
SCENE I—A Wood.
Enter GONSALVO and a Servant.
Gon. Nay, 'twas a strange as well as cruel storm,
To take us almost in the port of Sevile,
And drive us up as far as Barcelona;
The whole plate fleet was scattered, some part wrecked;
There one might see the sailors diligent
To cast o'erboard the merchant's envied wealth,
While he, all pale and dying, stood in doubt,
Whether to ease the burden of the ship,
By drowning of his ingots, or himself.
Serv. Fortune, sir, is a woman everywhere, But most upon the sea.
Gons. Had that been all,
I should not have complained; but, ere we could
Repair our ship, to drive us back again,
Was such a cruelty—
Serv. Yet that short time you staid at Barcelona You husbanded so well, I think you left A mistress there.