Ten. The like wish I, Don Pedro.
Fer. Manuell, I hope You will not long breath out of Spanish ayre. Farewell!
Pedr. My thanks to all.—Stay!
[Peeces dischargd.
Fer. The Captaine of the Castle come to interpret That language to us? What newes?
Enter Bustamente.
Bust. Such as will make all Spaine dance in Canary. The Brasile fleete—
Pedr. Arriv'd?
Bust. Is putting into harbour, and aloud Calls for a Midwife: she is great with gold And longs to be delivered.
Pedr. No he Spanyard Is not a true reioycer at the newes: Be't a good omen to our Journey.