And therefore ere I marchantlike sell blood for gold,
Then cast me headlong downe into the sea.
2. Priso. But what shall our ransomes be?
[♦] Mai. A hundreth pounds a piece, either paie that or die.
25 2. Priso. Then saue our liues, it shall be paid.
[♦] Water. Come sirrha, thy life shall be the ransome
I will haue.
Suff. Staie villaine, thy prisoner is a Prince,
[♦] The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Poull.
[30] Cap. The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags.