Col. Kill us first; for that we know is your design at last, and 'tis more mercy now.
Beam. Be kind, and execute us while we bear the shapes of men, ere fire and water have destroyed our figures; let me go whole out of the world, I care not, and find my body when I rise again, so as I need not be ashamed of it.
Har. 'Tis well you are merry; will you yet confess?
Beam. Never.
Har. Bear them away to torture.
Van. Her. We will try your constancy.
Beam. We will shame your cruelty; if we deserve our tortures, 'tis first for freeing such an infamous nation, that ought to have been slaves, and then for trusting them as partners, who had cast off the yoke of their lawful sovereign.
Har. Away, I'll hear no more.—Now who comes the next?[Exeunt the English with a Guard.
Fisc. Towerson's page, a ship-boy, and a woman.
Har. Call them in.[Exit a Messenger.