Ten. I shall. [Exit.
Enter Don John below.
Gyr. What makes Don John here? Oh, now I remember: You come against the Englishman.
Jo. Yes, my Lord.
Enter his Lady and a Gentlewoman above.
Mac. Give me the Note there of the English advertisements.
[They all conferre.
Lady. Here may we see & heare: poore Englishman!
Sadnes! I cast on thee a noble pitty,
A pitty mixt with sorrow that my Husband
Has drawne him to this misery, to whom
The soldier gave life being at his mercy.
Gent. Twas bravely done, no doubt he'le speed the better For his mind.
Lady. I visited him in prison,
And did with much adoe win from Don John
This journey, for I vowd to see th'event
How they will deale with him.