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. _Bust_. Farre be it from your thought, my honourd Lord, To wrest the hazardous fortune of the warre Into the bloudyer censure of the Law. Was it my fault that in the first assault The Canoniers were slayne, whereby our strength, Our mayne offensive strength, was quite defeated And our defensive part so much enfeebled That possibility to subsist was lost, Or by resistance to preserve one life? While there was sparke of hope I did maintayne The fight with fiery resolution And (give me leave to speake it) like a Sodier. _Ten_. To my seeming your resolution Was forwardest to yeild then to repell; You had else stood longer out. _Bust_. We stood the losse of most of our best men, And of our musketiers no lesse then fifty Fell by the adverse shott; whose bodyes with their armes Were cast by my directions downe a well Because their armes should neyther arme our foes Nor of our losse the sight give them encouragement.