Ten.  To my seeming your resolution Was forwardest to yeild then to repell; You had else stood longer out.

Bust.  We stood the losse of most of our best men,
And of our musketiers no lesse then fifty
Fell by the adverse shott; whose bodyes with their armes
Were cast by my directions downe a well
Because their armes should neyther arme our foes
Nor of our losse the sight give them encouragement.

Fer.  That pollicy pleades no excuse; you yet
Had men enough, had they bene soldiers,
Fit for a Leaders Justification. 
And doe not we know that 6 score at least
Of those base Picaros with which you stuff’d
The fort, to feed, not fight,—­unworthy of
The name of Spanyards, much lesse of soldiers—­
At once ran all away like sheep together,
Having but ore the walls descryde th’approach
Of th’Enemy?  Some of the feare-spurrd villaines
Were overturnd by slaughter in their flight,
Others were taken & are sure to find
Our lawes as sharpe as either Sword or Bullet. 
For your part, Bustamente, for that you have
Done heretofore more for your Countryes love,
You shall not doubt of honourable tryall,
Which in the Court of warre shalbe determind,
At Sherris, whitherward you instantly
Shall with a guard be sent.—­See’t done:  away.

Bust.  The best of my desire is to obey.

[Exit with a Guard.

    Enter Don John, Pike (with his face wounded}, a Guard of musketts.

Fer.  Whence is that soldier?

1.  Of England.

Jo.  Or of hell.

1.  It was our chance to come unto the rescue
Of this renowned knight, Don John,
Who was his prisoner as he now is ours. 
Some few more of his mates we shott & slew
That were (out of their English liquorishness)
Bold to robb orchards of forbidden fruite.

2.  It was a fine ambition; they would have thought
Themselves as famous as their Countryman
That putt a girdle[25] round about the world,
Could they have said, at their returne to England,
Unto their Sons, “Looke Boyes; this fruite your father
With his adventurous hands in Spayne did gather.”

Fer.  ’Tis a goodly fellow.

1.  Had you not better have gone home without Lymons to eate Capons with your frends then to stay here without Capons to taste Lymons with us that you call Enemyes?

Pike.  I could better fast with a noble Enemy then feast with unworthy frends.

Fer.  How came he by these woundes?

Pike.  Not by noble Enemyes:  this on my face
By this proud man, yet not more proud then base;
For, when my hands were in a manner bound,
I having given him life, he gave this wound.

Fer.  ’Twas unadvisd.

Ten.  The more unmanly done: 
And though, Don John, by law y’are not accusd,
He being a common Enemy, yet being a man
You in humanity are not excusd.