2.  Say;
Will you unlocke the closet of your heart
To one of us? chuse which, & be absolvd
For all your blacke Crimes on a free confession?

1.  To him or me, for you must dye to morrow.

Pike.  Welcome! 
To morrow shall I be in another country,
Where are no Examiners, nor Jayles,
Nor bolts, nor barres, nor irons.  I beseech you
Give me a little respite to retire
Into the next roome, & I will instantly
Returne to give you satisfaction.
                               [Exit.

Ambo.  Goe, brother.

1.  A goodly man!

2.  Well limbd & strong of heart.

1.  Now I well view his face did not we two
At our last being in Plymouth in disguise,
When there the King of England rode about
To see the soldiers in their musterings
And what their armes were, just before this fleet
Sett out, did we not see him there?

2.  May be we did; I know not; if he were there ’tis now out of my memory.

    Enter Pike.

1.  Are you resolvd?

Pike.  Yes.

2.  To confesse?

Pike.  I ha’ don’t already.

1.  To whom?

Pike.  To one who is in better place
And greater power then you to cure my sicke
Infected part, though maladies as infinite
As the sea sands, the grassy spears on earth,
Or as the dropps of raine & stars in the firmament
Stucke on me he can cleare all, cleanse me throughly.

2.  You will not then confesse?

Pike.  No, I confesse I will not.

1.  We are sorry for you;
For Countryes sake this Counsaile do I give you: 
When y’are before the Lords rule well your tongue,
Be wary how you answer, least they tripp you;
For they know the whole number of your shipps,
Burthen, men & munition, as well
As you in England.

Pike.  I thanke you both.

2.  Prepare to dye.
                     [Exeunt Fryers.

Pike.  I will so.—­Prepare to dye!  An excellent bell & it sounds sweetly.  He that prepares to dye rigges a goodly ship; he that is well prepard is ready to launch forth; he that prepares well & dyes well, arrives at a happy haven.  Prepare to dye! preparation is the sauce, death the meate, my soule & body the guests; & to this feast will I goe, boldly as a man, humbly as a Christian, & bravely as an Englishman.  Oh my Children, my Children! my poore Wife & Children!

Enter Jaylour, & 3 Spanish Picaroes chayned.

Jay.  Here’s a chearefull morning towards, my brave blouds!

1.  Yes, Jaylor, if thou wert to be hangd in one of our roomes.

Jay.  On, on; the Lords will sitt presently.

2.  What’s hee?

Jay.  An Englishman.