_Hen_. What? _Buz_. Why there are fishes and shipps too in the sea; they were made for that purpose. _Ten_. The fellow doates? climbe quickly, sirra, and tell us Whither any bend to this place: there's a fleete Abroad; skud, rascall. _Hen_. Villayne, away; and cast your eyes into the Sea. _Buz_. Ile be hangd first; some wiser then some: mine Eyes into the Sea? I see no reason for't. _Ten_. Why stayest thou?--this slave is without sence. Get up and see, and report the truth. _Buz_. Thats another matter: I will orelooke you all presently. [_Exit_. _Jo_. What were I best to doe? I doe not like these Navyes. _Hen_. 'Tis past question, If they were kenn'd this way, that they intend To make another meale of this Citty. _Ten_. The first was but a Breakfast: they have shrewd stomakes. Oh for a lusty storme to bury all Their hopes in the waves now! one good swelling Gust Would breake their ribbs in pieces. _Jo_. No witches abroad? _Buz_. I see, I see, I see! _Enter Buzzano above_. _All_. What? _Buz_. Nay, I cannot tell what yet: Something it is; I thinke it be a Towne. _Hen_. Some Iland in the Sea! _Buz_. It swims on the water. _Jo_. 'Tis the fleete: come they this way? _Buz_. Yes, th'are ships; I know 'em by their foule linen; now I see them plainely; they come, they come, they come! _Hen_. How far off? _Ten_. Speake, sirra. _Buz_. If you would peace I might heare what they say; the wind serves to bring every word they speake: they make towards, yes, towards this Citty. A great fleete! stay, stay, look to your selves, Don: they spitt fire allready, and have hung up a thousand flaggs of defyance. They are at the fort, the castle, at the castle: would I were pelted to death with Oranges and Lymons. _Ten_. Here comes _Don Fernando_. What newes? _Enter Fernando with Eleonora_. _Fer_. Assured danger, gentlemen, for all our men Already are in a palsye and doe flye They know not whither. They are _English_: The Citty's allmost desperate. _Ten_. _Don John_, come with me And helpe to encourage the remayning soldiers. _Fer_. New supply shall quickly cheare you hearts.-- _Henrico_! _Hen_. Sir? _Fer_. In this confusion, when a thousand feares Present themselves & danger with full face Lookes on the generall Towne, let me locke up This Treasure in your armes; &, for you have At least an equall interest with mee In _Eleonora_, in your fathers house She may hope more security, being of strength; For this storme cannot last. But in your love She hath a stronger guard. _Hen_. This act of confidence Binds me for ever to _Fernando_: come, Halfe of my soule, for we two must not bee In life devided. Though the Citty lye At mercy of the Enemy, yet from _Don Pedro Gusman's_ house not all mankind Shall take thee from me. _Enter Buzzano and Spanyards flying_. _Buz_. They come, they come, they come!