Van Her. Nay, brother, I am not too obstinate for saving Englishmen, 'twas but a qualm of conscience, which profit will dispel: I have as true a Dutch antipathy to England, as the proudest he in Amsterdam; that's a bold word now.
Har. We are secure of our superiors there. Well, they may give the king of Great Britain a verbal satisfaction, and with submissive fawning promises, make shew to punish us; but interest is their god as well as ours. To that almighty, they will sacrifice a thousand English lives, and break a hundred thousand oaths, ere they will punish those that make them rich, and pull their rivals down.
[Guns go off within.
Van Her. Heard you those guns?
Har. Most plainly.
Fisc. The sound comes from the port; some ship arrived salutes the castle, and I hope brings more good news from Holland.
[Guns again.
Har. Now they answer them from the fortress.
Enter Beamont and Collins.
Van Her. Beamont and Collins, English merchants both; perhaps they'll certify us.
Beam. Captain Harman van Spelt, good day to you.
Har. Dear, kind Mr Beamont, a thousand and a thousand good days to you, and all our friends the English.