he 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.

_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 n