_Pike_. Here's some life in yt yet: what cheare? how is't, my heart of gold? speake, man, if thou canst; looke this way; I promise thee 'tis an honest man & a true _Englishman_ that speakes to thee. Thou look'st away as if thou didst not trust me: I prithee speake to me any thing, Ile take thy word & thanke the, too. Alas, I feare he's past it; he strives and cannot speake.--'Tis good to shift this ground; they may be charging more hidden villany while I stand prating heere.--He breathes still; come, thou shalt not stay behind for want of leggs or shoulders to beare thee. If there be surgery in our ships to recover the use of thy tongue, thou mayst one day acknowledge a man & a Christian in honest _Dicke of Devonshire_. Come along;--nay now I feare my honesty is betrayd;--a horseman proudly mounted makes towards me, and 'tis a Don that thinkes himselfe as brave as _St. Jaques_. What shall I doe? there is no starting; I must stand th'encounter.--Lye still a while & pray if thou canst, while I doe my best to save my owne & the litle breath thou hast left. But I am in that prevented too: his breath's quite gone allready, and all the Christian duty I have now left for thee is to close thy eyes with a short prayer: mayst thou be in heaven, Amen.--Now _Don Diego, & Don Thunderbolt_, or _Don Divell_, I defye thee. _Enter Don John arm'd. Pike drawes & wrapps his Cloake about his arme_. _Jo_. Oh viliaco, diable, _Anglese_! [_They fight_. _Pike_. A pox upon thee, _Hispaniola_! Nay, if you be no better in the Reare then in the Van I shall make no doubt to vanquish, & vanquash you, too, before we part, my doughty _Don Diego_. [_He hath him downe, & disarmes him_. _Jo_. Mercy, _Englishman_, oh spare my life! pardonne moye je vous pre. _Pike_. And take your goods? is that your meaning, _Don_, it shall be so; your horse and weapons I will take, but no pilferage. I am no pocketeer, no diver into slopps: 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.