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.