Bust. No.
Jay. The Englishman brought prisoner into the Citty, & from thence hither.
Pike. Oh, Captaine, I saw you at the fort performe the part of a man.
Bust. And now thou seest me acting the part of a slave. Farewell, soldier. I did not hate thee at the first, though there we mett enemyes; and if thou & I take our leaves at the Gallowes, prithee letts part friends. [_A Table out, sword & papers[42]
Jay. Come along, you two.
Pike. Hand in hand, if the Captaine please: noble Bustamente, at the winning of the fort we had a brave breakfast.
Bust. True, but I doubt not we shall have worse cheare at dinner.
Jay. When was ever any meat well dressd in the hangmans kitchen!
[Exeunt.