1 Pirate. Nay, if you dispute the matter!—
[Holds his sword to her breast.
Gons. I yield, I yield!—Reason to love must bow: Love, that gives courage, can make cowards too!
[Gives his sword.
Jul. O, strange effect of a most generous passion!
Rod. His enemies themselves must needs admire it.
Man. Nay, if Gonsalvo makes a fashion of it, 'Twill be valour to die tamely. [Gives his.
Hip. I am for dying too with my dear master.
Amid. My life will go as easily as a fly's; The least fillip does it in this fright.
1 Pirate. One call our captain up: Tell him, he deserves little of the booty.