Jo. Or of hell.
1. It was our chance to come unto the rescue
Of this renowned knight, Don John,
Who was his prisoner as he now is ours.
Some few more of his mates we shott & slew
That were (out of their English liquorishness)
Bold to robb orchards of forbidden fruite.
2. It was a fine ambition; they would have thought
Themselves as famous as their Countryman
That putt a girdle[25] round about the world,
Could they have said, at their returne to England,
Unto their Sons, "Looke Boyes; this fruite your father
With his adventurous hands in Spayne did gather."
Fer. 'Tis a goodly fellow.
1. Had you not better have gone home without Lymons to eate Capons with your frends then to stay here without Capons to taste Lymons with us that you call Enemyes?
Pike. I could better fast with a noble Enemy then feast with unworthy frends.
Fer. How came he by these woundes?
Pike. Not by noble Enemyes: this on my face
By this proud man, yet not more proud then base;
For, when my hands were in a manner bound,
I having given him life, he gave this wound.
Fer. 'Twas unadvisd.
Ten. The more unmanly done:
And though, Don John, by law y'are not accusd,
He being a common Enemy, yet being a man
You in humanity are not excusd.