_Cap_. He did like a soldier, as he that chargd his muskett told me: in this service he hath dischargd 70 bulletts. _Pike_. I did my part, sir, and wish I had bene able to have layd 'em on thicker; but I have lynd somebodyes gutts, much good doe 'em with it; some of them have wishd well to me. _Cap_. Art hurt? _Ma_. Where? _Pike_. Nowhere; one of my flanckes itches a little; if a piece of lead have crept in to hide it selfe cowardly I am not much in debt for't. _Cap_. Let my Surgeons search it. _Pike_. Search a pudding for plums; let my flesh alone; perhaps it wants souldering. Shall we to't agen: I have halfe a score pills for my _Spanyards_--better then purging comfitts. _Enter a Soldier_. _Cap_. What newes? _Sol_. The fort is yielded. _Pike_. They have bene speechlesse a good while; I thought they'de yield up the ghost shortly. _Sol_. But on condition to march away with flying colours, which was granted. _Cap_. What's become of the Captaine of the fort? _Sol_. _Don Francisco Bustament_ is carryed aboord our Generalls ship, where he had a soldier like welcome; but he & all his company are put over to _Port Reall_ upon the maine land because they should not succour the Citty. _Cap_. Unles he will swim to th'Iland.--And how fares the _Convertine_? _Sol_. Her shroudes are torne to pieces & her tacklings to raggs. _Cap_. No matter; she carryes the more honour. _Sol_. 5 hundred Bulletts sticke in her sides. _Pike_. 'Tis well they scaped her heart, lying all the fight little more than pistoll shott from 'em; her Starboard still to the fort & at least 200 Musketts playing upon her. I wish'd heartily some of our London roaring Boyes[17] had bene in the heate of't. _Sol_. Wouldst have 'em twice burnt. _Pike_. They should have found a difference betwixt the smoake of Tobacco and of a muskett; another manner of noise than _dam me & refuse me_[18], which they vomitt dayly. It might have done some of 'em good, for by that meanes they might have prayd heartily once in their lives. _Cap_. The _Whitehall_[19] men did good service. _Ma_. Who? the Collyers? _Sol_. 4000 Bulletts their ordnance & the _Hollanders_ dischargd upon the Castle. _Cap_. 'Twas well done of all sides, Bullyes[20]: but, since our forces are landed, let it be your care to looke well to the Ships: and honest _Dick_ of _Devonshire_ be not too carelesse of your hurts; he meanes to fight againe that provides for his recovery soonest. Hold thee, here is something to pay the Surgeon and to wash your wound withall. _Pike_. My noble Captaine, I'le have care of my owne and drinke your health with it. _Ma_. Thou deservest more than common encouragement: prithee, remember me too. [_Exeunt Capt. & Mast_.