Clarke. 5000.

Med.  Let 200 march hither along with him as his guard:  where’s the Teniente?

Ten.  Here, my Lord.

Med.  Pray, see this done & in good order.

Ten.  I shall. [Exit.

    Enter Don John below.

Gyr.  What makes Don John here?  Oh, now I remember:  You come against the Englishman.

Jo.  Yes, my Lord.

Enter his Lady and a Gentlewoman above.

Mac.  Give me the Note there of the English advertisements.

[They all conferre.

Lady.  Here may we see & heare:  poore Englishman! 
Sadnes!  I cast on thee a noble pitty,
A pitty mixt with sorrow that my Husband
Has drawne him to this misery, to whom
The soldier gave life being at his mercy.

Gent.  Twas bravely done, no doubt he’le speed the better For his mind.

Lady.  I visited him in prison, And did with much adoe win from Don John This journey, for I vowd to see th’event How they will deale with him.

Gent.  I hope most fairely.

Enter 2 drums, Teniente, divers musketts, Fernando with Pike (without band, an Iron about his necke, 2 Chaines manackling his wrists, a great chaine at his heeles); Jaylour, 3 or 4 halberts.  A Barre sett out.

Clarke.  Silence!

Mac.  You see how much our Spanish soldiers love you To give this brave attendance; though your Nation Fought us & came to hunt us to our deathes.

Pike.  My Lords, this, which in shew is brave attendance
And love to me, is the worldes posture right,
Where one man’s falling downe setts up another. 
My sorrowes are their triumphes; so in kings courts,
When officers are thrust out of their roomes,
Others leape laughing in while they doe mourne. 
I am at your mercy.

Mac.  Sirra Englishman, Know you that weapon?—­reach it him.

Pike.  Yes, it Was once mine; and drawes teares from me to think How ’twas forced from me.

Mac.  How many Spanyards Killd you with that sword?

Pike.  Had I killd one This Barre had nere bene guilty of my pleading Before such Princely Judges:  there stands the man.

Gyr. Don John, sett he on you or you on him?

Jo.  He upon me first.

Pike.  Let me then be torne Into a thousand pieces.

Lady.  My Husband speaks untruth.

Alq.  Sett he on you first? more coward you to suffer an enemy be aforehand.

Pike.  Indeed in England my countrymen are good at bidding stand; but I was not now upon a robbery but a defence, sett round with a thousand dangers.  He sett upon me; I had him at my feete, sav’d him, and for my labour was after basely hurt by him.