Gos. What news o'th' fly-boat?
Say. If this Wind hold till midnight, She will be here, and wealthy, 'scap'd fairly.
Gos. How, prithee, Sayler?
Say. Thus Sir, she had fight
Seven hours together, with six Turkish Gallies,
And she fought bravely; but at length was boarded
And overlaid with strength: when presently
Comes boring up the wind Captain Vannoke,
That valiant Gentleman, you redeem'd from prison;
He knew the Boat, set in, and fought it bravely:
Beat all the Gallies off, sunk three, redeem'd her,
And as a service to ye sent her home Sir.
Gos. An honest noble Captain, and a thankfull; There's for thy news: go drink the Merchants health, Saylor.
Say. I thank your bounty, and I'le do it to a doyt, Sir. [Exit Saylor.
1 Mer. What miracles are pour'd upon this fellow!
Gos. This here I hope, my friends, I shall scape prison, For all your cares to catch me.
2 Mer. You may please Sir To think of your poor servants in displeasure, Whose all they have, goods, moneys, are at your service.
Gos. I thank you, When I have need of you I shall forget you: You are paid I hope.