lor, if thou wert to be hangd in one of our roomes.

_Jay_. On, on; the Lords will sitt presently.

2. What's hee?

_Jay_. An _Englishman_.

3. A dog!

1. A divell!

2. Let's beate out his braines with our Irons.

_Jay_. On, on; leave rayling, cursing & lying: had you not run from the
Castle the hangman & you had bene "hayle fellow! well met:" On!

_All_. Crowes pecke thy eyes out, _English_ dog, curre, toad, hell
hound!
[_Exeunt_.

_Pike_. Patience is a good armour, humility a strong headpiece, would
I had you all three, I know where.

_Enter Bustamente shackled, & Jaylor_.

_Bust_. Whither dost lead me?

_Jay_. To a roome by your selfe: 'tis my office to have a care of my
nurse children.

_Bust_. I have worne better _Spanish_ gaiters: thus rewarded for my
service!

_Jay_. See, Capt. _Bustamente_; doe you know this fellow?

_Bust_. No.

_Jay_. The Englishman brought prisoner into the Citty, & from thence
hither.

_Pike_. Oh, Captaine, I saw you at the fort performe the part of a man.

_Bust_. And now thou seest me acting the part of a slave. Farewell,
soldier. I did not hate thee at the first, though there we mett enemyes;
and if thou & I take our leaves at the Gallowes, prithee letts part
friends.
[_A Table out, sword & papers[42]

_Jay_. Come along, you two.

_Pike_. Hand in hand, if the Captaine please: noble _Bustamente_,
at the winning of the fort we had a brave breakfast.

_Bust_. True, but I doubt not we shall have worse cheare at dinner.

_Jay_. When was ever any meat well dressd in the hangmans kitchen!

[_Exeunt_.

(SCENE 3.)

_Enter Fernando, bareheaded, talking with the Duke of
Macada; Duke Gyron, Medyna, Marquesse d'Alquevezzas;
2 Gen., one with Pikes sword, which is laid on a table;
Jaylour, Teniente; Clarke with papers_.

_Mac_. Where's the _Teniente_?

_Clarke_. The Duke calls for you.

_Ten_. Here, my Lord.

_Mac_. 'Tis the King's pleasure that those fugitives
Which basely left the fort should not be honourd
With a judiciall tryall, but presently
(Both those you have at home & these in _Sherrys_)
To dye by martiall law.

_Ten_. My Lord, Ile see it done.

_Mac_. Dispatch the rest here.

_Jay_. Yes, my Lord; Ile bring them carefully together to end
the busines.

_Gyr_. Bring _Bustamente_ in.
[_Exit Jaylour_.

_Mac_.