_Gyr_. What makes _Don John_ here? Oh, now I remember: You come against the _Englishman_. _Jo_. Yes, my Lord. _Enter his Lady and a Gentlewoman above_. _Mac_. Give me the Note there of the _English_ advertisements. [_They all conferre_. _Lady_. Here may we see & heare: poore _Englishman_! Sadnes! I cast on thee a noble pitty, A pitty mixt with sorrow that my Husband Has drawne him to this misery, to whom The soldier gave life being at his mercy. _Gent_. Twas bravely done, no doubt he'le speed the better For his mind. _Lady_. I visited him in prison, And did with much adoe win from _Don John_ This journey, for I vowd to see th'event How they will deale with him. _Gent_. I hope most fairely. _Enter 2 drums, Teniente, divers musketts, Fernando with Pike (without band, an Iron about his necke, 2 Chaines manackling his wrists, a great chaine at his heeles); Jaylour, 3 or 4 halberts. A Barre sett out_. _Clarke_. Silence! _Mac_. You see how much our _Spanish_ soldiers love you To give this brave attendance; though your Nation Fought us & came to hunt us to our deathes. _Pike_. My Lords, this, which in shew is brave attendance And love to me, is the worldes posture right, Where one man's falling downe setts up another. My sorrowes are their triumphes; so in kings courts, When officers are thrust out of their roomes, Others leape laughing in while they doe mourne. I am at your mercy. _Mac_. Sirra _Englishman_, Know you that weapon?--reach it him. _Pike_. Yes, it Was once mine; and drawes teares from me to think How 'twas forced from me. _Mac_. How many _Spanyards_ Killd you with that sword? _Pike_. Had I killd one This Barre had nere bene guilty of my pleading Before such Princely Judges: there stands the man. _Gyr_. _Don John_, sett he on you or you on him? _Jo_. He upon me first. _Pike_. Let me then be torne Into a thousand pieces. _Lady_. My Husband speaks untruth. _Alq_. Sett he on you first? more coward you to suffer an enemy be aforehand. _Pike_. Indeed in _England_ my countrymen are good at bidding stand; but I was not now upon a robbery but a defence, sett round with a thousand dangers. He sett upon me; I had him at my feete, sav'd him, and for my labour was after basely hurt by him. _Fer_. This was examined by me, my Lords; And _Don John_, thus accusd, was much ashamd Of his unmanly dealing. _Gyr_. He may be now soe. _Lady_. I blush for him my selfe. _Alq_. Disgrace to _Spanyards_! _Mac_. Sirra, you _English_, what was the ship you came in? _Pike_. The _Convertine_. _Mac_. What Ordnance did she carry? _Pike_. 40 peeces. _Gyr_. No, sir, but 38; see here, my Lord. _Alq_. Right, no more then 38. _Mac_. Your fort at _Plymouth_ strong?