Enter 3 other Soldiers.

1.  They cannot be far before us, I am sure.

2.  But for the hedge we might descry them within two muskett shott.

3.  Pray God the enemy be not within one musket shott of us behind their hedges; for I am sure I saw an Harquebuse whip ore the way before us but even now.  Oh, oh!

       [Three or 4 shott dischargd, 2 soldiers slaine,
       the other falls on his belly.

    Enter Pike.

Pike.  Are you bouncing?  Ile no further.  Sure these can be no Crowkeepers nor birdscarers from the fruite! what rascalls were my Countrymen to tell me there was no danger!—­alas, what’s here? 3 of our soldiers slaine! dead, shott through the very bowells! so, is this quite dead too? poore wretches, you have payd for your Capon sauce.

3.  Oh, oh!

Pike.  Here’s some life in yt yet:  what cheare? how is’t, my heart of gold? speake, man, if thou canst; looke this way; I promise thee ’tis an honest man & a true Englishman that speakes to thee.  Thou look’st away as if thou didst not trust me:  I prithee speake to me any thing, Ile take thy word & thanke the, too.  Alas, I feare he’s past it; he strives and cannot speake.—­’Tis good to shift this ground; they may be charging more hidden villany while I stand prating heere.—­He breathes still; come, thou shalt not stay behind for want of leggs or shoulders to beare thee.  If there be surgery in our ships to recover the use of thy tongue, thou mayst one day acknowledge a man & a Christian in honest Dicke of Devonshire.  Come along;—­nay now I feare my honesty is betrayd;—­a horseman proudly mounted makes towards me, and ’tis a Don that thinkes himselfe as brave as St. Jaques.  What shall I doe? there is no starting; I must stand th’encounter.—­Lye still a while & pray if thou canst, while I doe my best to save my owne & the litle breath thou hast left.  But I am in that prevented too:  his breath’s quite gone allready, and all the Christian duty I have now left for thee is to close thy eyes with a short prayer:  mayst thou be in heaven, Amen.—­Now Don Diego, & Don Thunderbolt, or Don Divell, I defye thee.

Enter Don John arm’d.  Pike drawes & wrapps
his Cloake about his arme.

Jo.  Oh viliaco, diable, Anglese!

[They fight.

Pike.  A pox upon thee, Hispaniola!  Nay, if you be no better in the

Reare then in the Van I shall make no doubt to vanquish, & vanquash you, too, before we part, my doughty Don Diego.
                             [He hath him downe, & disarmes him.

Jo.  Mercy, Englishman, oh spare my life! pardonne moye je vous pre.

Pike.  And take your goods? is that your meaning, Don, it shall be so; your horse and weapons I will take, but no pilferage.  I am no pocketeer, no diver into slopps:  yet you may please to empty them your selfe, good Don, in recompense of the sweet life I give you; you understand me well.  This coyne may passe in England:  what is your Donship calld, I pray.