Buz.  Their enemyes as we may be in their power!  I had rather be cramm’d into a cannon and shott against their ships then you should prove a witch & tell true now.  The Tartar is not halfe so grim; not a Turke would use us so like Jewes as they will.  If it come to that once that they take the Towne You will see Spanish Dons heads cryed up and downe:  as they doe our Orenges and Lymons; and the woemens heads shall off, too,—­not a maydenhead of gold shall scape ’em.

Ele.  It is no valour to use Tyranny
Upon the conquerd:  they have been reported
A noble nation; and when last the pride
Of this Citty adornd their victory, by command
Or their brave Generall, no outrage ever
The soldiers durst committ upon our persons: 
Though all our wealth ran in full streames upon them
Our honours were preserved, or fame belys them.

Buz.  No matter what fame sayes, perhaps I know more than she does; & yet, now you talk of valour, they are not comparable to us.

Ele.  How?

Buz.  Why, valour is but the courage of a man; courage is, as they say, the spirit of a man; and the spirit of a man is the greatnes, as we call it, of his stomake.  Now ’tis well knowen to the whole world they feed better and eate more then we:  ergo, we have better stomackes then they.  But, see! we have talk’t our selves at home already, and the point (port?) is open.  Will’t please you enter, or shall I enter before you?  I am your man, madam.

Ele.  You know the way best:—­whilst abroad they are At fight, twixt hope and feare at home I warre.

[Exeunt.

Actus Secundus.

(SCENE 1.)

Alarum; as the soft musicke begins a peale of ordnance
goes off; then Cornetts sound a Battaile; which ended
enter Captaine, Master of a ship, Dick Pike, with musketts.

Cap.  Fought bravely, countrymen!  Honour all this while
Sate in a Throne of smoake with sparckling eyes
Looking upon your courages & admiring
Your resolutions, and now rewards your sweat
With victory.  The castle groanes at heart;
Her strongest ribbs are bruizd with battering Cannons,
And she hath tane into her bowells fire
Enough to melt her.

Ma.  My Lord came bravely up to her & shewd a spirit That commands danger; his honorable example Gave us new hearts.

Sol.  Faith, give the Spanyards their due; they entertaind us handsomely with hott meat; ’twas no cold welcome.

Pike.  But I would not willingly swallow their plums; they would rise shrewdly in a man’s stomacke.

Cap.  At the first shott, when the Convertine came in, 3 men were killd.

Ma.  At the second 4, was’t not?

Cap.  At the third two more:  one salutation Came so close that, with the very wind, My hands have almost lost the sense of feeling. Jewell, thou mad’st thy muskett spitt fire bravely.