Ele. Oh that I could not breath! how can I have A Joy in life whose honour's in the Grave!
[Exeunt.
(SCENE 3.)
Enter Pike with his sword in his hand, a Cloake in his Arme.
Pike. The freshnes of this Ayre does well after the saltnes of the Sea. A pleasant Country, too, to looke upon, & would serve well to live upon if a man had it & knew how to place it out of this hott Clymate! I would I had a matter, or a Mannour, indeede, of a 1,000 acres of these woodlands & roome to sett it in Devonshire; I would compare with any prince betweene Tavistoke & Parradice for an Orchard. But I could wish I were not alone here in this Conceit, dreaming of Golden Apples, least they prove bitter fruite. Whether are our land soldiers straggeld, troe? I would faine sett eye on some of them; Ile venture a little farther; Devonshire Dick was never afraid yet.—How now, my hearts? upon a retreat so soone?
Enter Three Soldiers.
1. I, to the shipps; we have our loades here of the best merchandise we can find in this Quarter.
2. Will you taste a Lymon? excellent good to coole you.
Pike. They are goodly ones; where gott you them?
3. A little above here in an Orchard, where we left some of our Company.