Jo. It was my fury & thirst of revenge.
Fer. Reason & manhood had become you better;
Your honour's wounded deeper then his flesh.
Yet we must quitt your person & committ
The Englishman to prison.
Ten. To prison with him; but let best care be taken For the best surgeons, that his wounds be look'd to.
Pike. Your care is noble, and I yeild best thankes;
And 'tis but need, I tell your Seignioryes,
For I have one hurt more then you have seene,
As basely given & by a baser person:
A Flemming seeing me led a prisoner
Cryde, "Whither doe you lead that English dog,
Kill, kill him!" cryde hee, "he's no Christian;"
And ran me in the bodie with his halbert
At least four inches deepe.
Fer. Poore man, I pitty thee.—But to the prison with him.
Ten. And let him be carefully lookt to.
[Exeunt omnes.
Actus Tertius.
(SCENE 1.)
Enter Captaine, Hill, Secretary, Jewell.