1st Sol. See, they are putting off from the beach. (2nd Soldier descends ladder and makes ready to fire.)
Dan. My boat, oh, my boat!
Ser. Bring down the Philistines, Nahum; a steady shot under the fifth rib, and may the Lord have mercy on them!
1st Sol. I will even smite them hip and thigh. (He fires through the window.) Missed! (Others fire outside.) Nay, they’re beyond range. May Heaven mercifully overwhelm them in the great waters!
Dan. (sees hole in floor). Gone, gone! Sergeant, see; they are gone—they were hidden in here—and they’re gone!
Ser. In there? Nay, there’s never room for two stout men in that cranny.
Dan. Men? Curse the men! It’s my gold—my gold! they’ve stolen it; they’ve robbed me! Sixty golden pounds! all I had—all I had! and it’s gone! My child! my child! they’ve stolen my child! (Weeps passionately on his knees.)
Ser. Nay, man, see, thy child’s safe enough, and a bonny lass she be. (Taking up child from behind table.)
Dan. (raising his head stupidly). Eh? Why, what’s that?