ps: yet you may please to empty them your
selfe, good _Don_, in recompense of the sweet life I give you; you
understand me well. This coyne may passe in _England_: what is your
Donship calld, I pray.

_Jo_. _Don John_, a knight of _Spaine_.

_Pike_. A knight of _Spaine_! and I a Squire of _Tavestock_: well, _Don
John_, I am a little in hast & am unmannerly constreynd to leave your
_Castilian_ on foote, while my _Devonshire_ worship shall teach your
_Spanish_ Jennett an _English_ gallop. A dios, signior.--

_Enter_ 12 _musketiers_.

Oh what a tyde of fortunes spight am I
Now to swim through! beare up yet, Jovyall heart,
And while thou knowest heavenly mercy doe not start.
Once more let me embrace you, signior.

1. I say he is an _Englishman_: lett's shoote him.

2. I say the other is a _Spanyard_ & _Don John_; & we dare not shoote
the one for feare of killing th'other.

_Jo_. Oh hold and spare us both, for we are frends.

1. But by your leave we will part your embraces: so disarme, disarme.

_Jo_. I thanke you, Countrymen; I hope you'le trust my honour with my
armes.

1. Yes, take them signior; but you will yeild the _Englishman_ our
prisoner?

_Jo_. Yes, with a Villaines marke. [_He woundes him_.

1. A villaines mark, indeed! wound a disarmed souldier!

_Jo_. He triumphd in the odds he had of me,
And he shall know that from the _Spanish_ race
Revenge, though nere so bloudy, is not base.
Away with him
A prisoner into th'Citty!

_Pike_. Where you please,
Although your Law's more merciles then Seas.

[_Exeunt_.

(SCENE 5.)

_Enter Don Ferdinando, the Teniente, with
attendants; Bustamente brought in with a Guard_.

_Fer_. _Francisco Bustamente_, late Captaine of the Castle,
Stand forth accusd of Treason gainst his Maiesty.

_Bust_. It is a language I not understand
And but that by the rule of loyalty
Unto my king and country I am made
Attendant to the Law, & in this honourd
Presence, the Governour & _Teniente_,
Under whose jurisdiction I hold place,
I would not beare nor heare it.

_Fer_. I'de be glad
You could as easily acquitt your selfe
Of guilt as stand up in your owne defence;
But, _Bustamente_, when it doth appeare
To law & reason, on which law is grounded,
Your great offence in daring to betray
The Spanish honour unto Infamy,
In yeilding up the fort on such slight cause,
You can no lesse then yeild yourselfe most guilty.

_Bu