You are lost else.
Jul. A man, a man, a new man.
Raym. What are these?
Cro. An enemy, an enemy.
Cla. Dispatch him,
Take him off, shoot him straight.
Raym. I dare not use my sword, Ladies,
Against such comely foes.
Amin. Oh brother, brother!
Cla. Away with 'em, and in dark prisons bind 'em.
One word reply'd, ye die both.
Now brave mother, follow thy noble anger,
And I'll help thee.
Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima
Ros.
I am deaf to all your intreaties: she that moves me
For pity or compassion to these Pirats,
Digs up her Fathers, or her Brothers Tomb,
And spurns about their ashes.
Couldst thou remember what a Father thou hadst once,
'Twould steel thy heart against all foolish pity.
By his memory, and the remembrance of his dear embraces,
I am taught, that in a Noble cause revenge is Noble;
And they shall fall the sacrifices to appease
His wandring Ghost, and my incensed fury.
Cla. The new come prisoner too!
Ros. He too[. Y]et that we may learn
Whether they are the same, or near ally'd
To those that forc'd me to this cruel course,
Better their poor allowance, and permit 'em
To meet together and confer,
Within the distance of your ear; perhaps
They may discover something that may kill
Despair in me, and be a means to save 'em
From certain ruine.
C[r]o. That shall be my charge.
Ros. Yet to prevent
All hope of rescue: for this new-come Captain
Hath both a Ship and Men not far [off] from us,
Though ignorant to find the only Port,
That can yield entrance to our happy Island,
Guard the place strongly, and e'r the next Sun
Ends his diurnal progress, I will be
Happy in my revenge, or set 'em free.
Cro. So serve it plentifully,
And lose not time to enquire the cause;
There is a main design that hangs upon this bounty.
See the Table furnisht with Wine too,
That discovers secrets which tortures cannot open:
Open the doors too of the several prisons,
And give all free entrance into this room.
Undiscover'd I can here mark all.
Here's Captain careless, and the tough Ship-master,
The slaves are nos'd like Vultures
How wild they look.
Tib. Ha, the mistery of this,
Some good Hobgoblin rise and reveal.
Mast. I'm amazed at it: nor can I sound the intent.
Tib. Is not this bread,
Substantial bread, not painted?
Mast. But take heed,
You may be poisoned.
Tib. I am sure I am famish'd;
And famine, as the wise man says,
Gripes the guts as much as any Mineral.
This may be Treacle sent to preserve me
After a long Fast: or be it Vipers spittle,
I'll run the hazard.
Mast. We are past all fear, I'll take part with ye.
Tib. Do: and now i'faith, how d'ye feel your self?
I find great ease in't. What's here;
Wine, and it be thy Will;
Strong lusty Wine. Well, fools may talk
Of Mythridate, Cordials, and Elixirs.
But from my youth this was my only Physick.
Here's a colour, what Ladies cheek,
Though cerus'd over, comes near it?
It sparkles too: hangs out Diamonds.
Oh my sweet-heart, how I will hug thee,
Again, and again! They are poor drunkards,
And not worth thy favors,
That number thy moist kisses in these Crystals.
Mast. But Mounsieur,
Here are Suckets, and sweet dishes.
Tib. Tush, boys meat,
I am past it; here's strong food fit for men:
Nectar, old lad. Mistriss of merry hearts,
Once more I am bold with you.
Mast. Take heed (man)
Too much will breed distemper.
Tib. Hast thou liv'd at Sea
The most part of thy life, where to be sober
While we have Wine aboard, is capital Treason;
And dost thou preach sobriety?
Mast. Prethee forbear,
We may offend in it; we know not for whom
It was provided.
Tib. I am sure for me: therefore footra,
When I am full, let 'em hang me, I care not.
Mast. This has been his temper ever.
See, provoking dishes; candid Eringoes,
And Potatoes.
Tib. I'll not touch 'em, I will drink;
But not a bit on a march, I'll be an Eunuch rather.
Mast. Who are these?
Tib. Marry, who you will;
I keep my Text here.
Alb. Raymond!
Ray. Albert!
Tib. Away, I'll be drunk alone;
Keep