Enter Blasco.
Well, count, what news?
BLASCO.
Excellent.—Manuel was drowned, drowned like a dog.
I have seen the captain of the ship that ’scaped.
He tells that, putting forth at night, they kept
Their course till dawn, when in a fog they drave
On the French fleet, some two-and-twenty sail.
Of our five vessels three were taken: one,
His own, escaped, and the other—that’s the one