Mer. Ay, ay, now Daughter, now comes the Play, the other was only the Prologue.
Sum. But Fortune favouring, and the Wind springing a fresh Gale, we got clear off and try’d to make a running Fight.
Mer. Ay, but Cuz, how did we do all this? by whose Order and Direction?
Sum. Pardon me, Sir, ’twas of so small Moment, that already it has slipt my treacherous Memory.
Mer. Oh, ho! has it so! Ha, ha, ha! But it has not mine, I thank you, no marry has it not, as you shall hear—Then he, with an undaunted Spirit, started up amongst the Sailers, and——
Sum. Nay pray Sir——
Mer. By the Foot of Pharaoh I’ll not be balkt; he, I say, with an Heroick Voice cried out, Courage brave boys, Charge and Discharge amain; come I’ll supply your fall’n Captain’s place. At this blest News they all fell on again, with ten thousand times more Fury than before: Victory, Victory, was all their cry, whilst he my Cousin here, whom I shall ne’re forget, for by the Lord, methinks, I see him in the Fight this very Instant, now running this way, now running that way, now down to the Gun-room to encourage those that fought there; now upon the Deck again, still crying out, Fear not, brave Boys, the Day will soon be our’s.
Sum. O pray, Sir, let me intreat you to forbear, you make me ashamed, I protest, to hear you.
Mer. Ashamed, say you? Ha, ha, ha!
Ara. Good Sir, go on.