Fer.  This was examined by me, my Lords; And Don John, thus accusd, was much ashamd Of his unmanly dealing.

Gyr.  He may be now soe.

Lady.  I blush for him my selfe.

Alq.  Disgrace to Spanyards!

Mac.  Sirra, you English, what was the ship you came in?

Pike.  The Convertine.

Mac.  What Ordnance did she carry?

Pike. 40 peeces.

Gyr.  No, sir, but 38; see here, my Lord.

Alq.  Right, no more then 38.

Mac.  Your fort at Plymouth strong?

Pike.  Yes, very strong.

Mac.  What Ordnance in’t?

Pike. 50 Peeces.

Gyr.  Oh fye, doe not belye your country; there’s not so many.

Alq.  How many soldiers keepe you in that fort?

Pike. 200.

Mac.  Much about such a number.—­There is a little iland before Plymouth:  What strength is that of?

Pike.  I doe not know.

Gyr.  We doe, then.

Alq.  Is Plymouth a walld Towne?

Pike.  Yes, it is walld.

Mac.  And a good wall?

Pike.  A very good strong wall.

Gyr.  True tis a good strong wall, and built so high One with a leape staffe may leape over it.

Mac.  Why did not your good navy, being in such bravery, As it tooke Puntall seize Cales?

Pike.  Our Generall
Might easily have tane it, for he had
Almost a thousand scaling ladders to sett up;
And without mayme to’s army he might loose
A thousand men:  but he was loath to robb
An almes-house when he had a richer market
To buy a conquest in.

Mac.  What was that market?

Pike. Genoa or Lisbon:  wherefore should we venture
Our lives to catch the wind, or to gett knockes
And nothing else.
                                [They consult.

Mac.  A poast with speed, to Lisbon, And see’t well mand.

Ten.  One shalbe sent, my Lord.

[Exit.  The soldiers laugh.

Alq.  How now, why is this laughter?

Fer.  One of the soldiers, being merry among themselves, is somewhat bold with th’English, and sayes th’are dainty Hennes.

All. [Alq.?] Hens! ha, ha, ha!

Mac.  Sirra, view well these soldiers,
And freely telle us, thinke you these will prove
Such hens as are your English, when next yeare
They land in your owne Country.

Pike.  I thinke they will not, My lord, prove hens, but somewhat neere to hens.