I'll meet Le Moine.
Rol. O, Hubert, Hubert!
Hub. Ay,
My men are all aboard and waiting me.
The garrison I leave to you. Hold it
For honor and the king, nor yield to save
So poor a thing as my unlucky head
Should I go foul at sea. You'll be the first
The victors will besiege.
Rol. My friend!