Van Her. We shall have easy work with them.
Fisc. Not so easy as you imagine, they have endured the beverage already; all masters of their pain, no one confessing.
Har. The devil's in these English! those brave boys would prove stout topers if they lived.
Enter Page, a Boy, and a Woman, led as from torture.
Come hither, ye perverse imps; they say you have endured the water torment, we will try what fire will do with you: You, sirrah, confess; were not you knowing of Towerson's plot, against this fort and island?
Page. I have told your hangman no, twelve times within this hour, when I was at the last gasp; and that is a time, I think, when a man should not dissemble.
Har. A man! mark you that now; you English boys have learnt a trick of late, of growing men betimes; and doing men's work, too, before you come to twenty.
Van Her. Sirrah, I will try if you are a salamander and can live in the fire.
Page. Sure you think my father got me of some Dutchwoman, and that I am but of a half-strain courage; but you shall find that I am all over English as well in fire as water.
Boy. Well, of all religions, I do not like your Dutch.