Man. Heaven! what has she done?
Gons. Let go the lady, or expect no mercy!—The least drop of her blood is worth all yours. And mine together.
1 Pirate. I am glad you think so:— Either deliver up your sword, or mine Shall pierce her heart this moment.
Gons. Here, here, take it.
Man. You are not mad, to give away all hopes
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Of safety and defence, from us, from her,
And from yourself, at once!
Gons. When she is dead, What is there worth defending?
Man. Will you trust A pirate's promise, sooner than your valour?
Gons. Any thing, rather than see her in danger.