Jo. Be not discomforted.
Ten. Don Fernando, too,
Hath cut our strength off, taken away our swords
Should save our throates. I did preiudicate
Too rashly of the English; now we may
Yield up the Towne.—Sirra, get you up to th'highest Enter Buzzano.
Turret, that lookes three leagues into the Sea,
And tell us what you can discover there.
Buz. Why, I can tell you ere I goe.
Hen. What?
Buz. Why there are fishes and shipps too in the sea; they were made for that purpose.
Ten. The fellow doates? climbe quickly, sirra, and tell us Whither any bend to this place: there's a fleete Abroad; skud, rascall.
Hen. Villayne, away; and cast your eyes into the Sea.
Buz. Ile be hangd first; some wiser then some: mine Eyes into the Sea? I see no reason for't.
Ten. Why stayest thou?—this slave is without sence. Get up and see, and report the truth.
Buz. Thats another matter: I will orelooke you all presently. [Exit.