_Fer_. That pollicy pleades no excuse; you yet Had men enough, had they bene soldiers, Fit for a Leaders Justification. And doe not we know that 6 score at least Of those base Picaros with which you stuff'd The fort, to feed, not fight,--unworthy of The name of _Spanyards_, much lesse of soldiers-- At once ran all away like sheep together, Having but ore the walls descryde th'approach Of th'Enemy? Some of the feare-spurrd villaines Were overturnd by slaughter in their flight, Others were taken & are sure to find Our lawes as sharpe as either Sword or Bullet. For your part, _Bustamente_, for that you have Done heretofore more for your Countryes love, You shall not doubt of honourable tryall, Which in the Court of warre shalbe determind, At _Sherris_, whitherward you instantly Shall with a guard be sent.--See't done: away. _Bust_. The best of my desire is to obey. [_Exit with a Guard_. _Enter Don John, Pike (with his face wounded}, a Guard of musketts_. _Fer_. Whence is that soldier? 1. Of _England_. _Jo_. Or of hell. 1. It was our chance to come unto the rescue Of this renowned knight, _Don John_, Who was his prisoner as he now is ours. Some few more of his mates we shott & slew That were (out of their _English_ liquorishness) Bold to robb orchards of forbidden fruite. 2. It was a fine ambition; they would have thought Themselves as famous as their Countryman That putt a girdle[25] round about the world, Could they have said, at their returne to _England_, Unto their Sons, "Looke Boyes; this fruite your father With his adventurous hands in _Spayne_ did gather." _Fer_. 'Tis a goodly fellow. 1. Had you not better have gone home without Lymons to eate Capons with your frends then to stay here without Capons to taste Lymons with us that you call Enemyes? _Pike_. I could better fast with a noble Enemy then feast with unworthy frends. _Fer_. How came he by these woundes? _Pike_. Not by noble Enemyes: this on my face By this proud man, yet not more proud then base; For, when my hands were in a manner bound, I having given him life, he gave this wound. _Fer_. 'Twas unadvisd. _Ten_. The more unmanly done: And though, _Don John_, by law y'are not accusd, He being a common Enemy, yet being a man You in humanity are not excusd. _Jo_. It was my fury & thirst of revenge. _Fer_. Reason & manhood had become you better; Your honour's wounded deeper then his flesh. Yet we must quitt your person & committ The _Englishman_ to prison. _Ten_. To prison with him; but let best care be taken For the best surgeons, that his wounds be look'd to.