BAGOT.
The devil ought me a shame, and now hath paid it.
BOWSER.
Is this that Bagot? fellows, bear him hence.
We will not now stand for his reply.
Lade him with Irons; we will have him tried
In England, where his villainies are known.
BAGOT.
Mischief, confusion, light upon you all!
O hang me, drown me, let me kill my self!
Let go my arms; let me run quick to hell.
BOWSER.
Away, bear him away; stop the slave's mouth.
[They carry him away.]
MISTRESS BANISTER.
Thy works are infinite, great God of heaven.
GOVERNOUR.
I heard this Bagot was a wealthy fellow.
BOWSER.
He was indeed, for when his goods were seized,
Of Jewels, coin, and Plate within his house,
Was found the value of five thousand pound;
His furniture fully worth half so much,
Which being all strained for, for the King,
He frankly gave it to the Antwerp merchants,
And they again, out of their bounteous mind,
Hath to a brother of their company,
A man decayed by fortune of the Seas,
Given Bagot's wealth, to set him up again,
And keep it for him: his name is Banister.
GOVERNOUR.
Master Bowser, with this happy news
You have revived two from the gates of death:
This is that Banister, and this his wife.
BOWSER.
Sir, I am glad my fortune is so good,
To bring such tidings as may comfort you.