1. A divell!
2. Let's beate out his braines with our Irons.
Jay. On, on; leave rayling, cursing & lying: had you not run from the Castle the hangman & you had bene "hayle fellow! well met:" On!
All. Crowes pecke thy eyes out, English dog, curre, toad, hell hound! [Exeunt.
Pike. Patience is a good armour, humility a strong headpiece, would I had you all three, I know where.
Enter Bustamente shackled, & Jaylor.
Bust. Whither dost lead me?
Jay. To a roome by your selfe: 'tis my office to have a care of my nurse children.
Bust. I have worne better Spanish gaiters: thus rewarded for my service!
Jay. See, Capt. Bustamente; doe you know this fellow?