Palest. Where, in what place shall wee bestowe our selfes From this injust man's fury?
Scrib. If compeld And dragg'd from sanctuary by prophane hands, Where shall we flye to safety?
Ashb. Wheither, if
Not unto us? wee often see the gods
Give and bequeathe there justyce unto men,
Which wee as fythefully [sic] will see performed.
All. Downe with these saucy companyons!
Godf. Downe with these sacraligious silsepaereales [?], these unsanctified Sarlaboyses that woold make a very seralia of the sanctuary, and are meare renegadoes to all religion!
Mild. Stay, hold, are you bandetty? rovers, theives,
And wayte you heare to robb and pilladge us
The sea so late hathe ryfled? these are myne,
My chattells and my goodes, nor can you cease them
As wrecks; I appeale unto the admirall.
Ash. His power I in his absens will supply,
And cease yee all as forfett; these as goodds
You as superfluous ladinge, till that coort
Shall compremise betwixt us.
Mild. I'the meanetyme
Lett mee possesse myne owne; these are my slaves
My utensills, my mooveables, and bought
With myne owne private coyne.
Sarl. To which I am witnes.
Mild. And by the heyre I'l dragge them as myne owne, Wear't from the holly alter.