[♦] Cap. Bring forward these prisoners that scorn’d to yeeld,
Vnlade their goods with speed and sincke their ship,
Here Maister, this prisoner I giue to you.
This other, the Maisters Mate shall haue,
[5] And Water Whickmore thou shalt haue this man,
[♦] And let them paie their ransomes ere they passe.
Suffolke. Water! He starteth.
[♦] Water. How now, what doest thou feare me?
Thou shalt haue better cause anon.
Suf. It is thy name affrights me, not thy selfe.