_Vir._ No more of these Racks; what I am, I am. I hope not to go free with poor confessions; Nor if I shew ill, will I seem a monster, By making my mind prisoner; do your worst. When I came out to deal with you, I cast it, Only those base inflictions fit for slaves, Because I am a Gentleman.-- _Sess._ Thou art none. Thou wast while thou stoodst good, th' art now a villain. And agent for the devil. _Vir._ That tongue lies. Give me my sword again, and stand all arm'd; I'll prove it on ye all, I am a Gentleman, A man as fair in honor, rate your prisoners, How poor and like a Pedagogue it shews! How far from Nobleness! 'tis fair, you may kill's; But to defame your victory with foul language. _Ses._ Go fling him over-board; I'll teach you sirrah. _Vir._ You cannot teach me to die. I could kill you now With patience, in despising all your cruelties. And make you choke with anger. _Ses._ Away I say. _Mar._ Stay Sir, h'as given you such bold language, I am not reconcil'd to him yet, and therefore He shall not have his wish observ'd so nearly, To die when he please; I beseech you stay Sir. _Ses._ Do with him what thou wilt. _Mar._ Carry him to th' _Bilboes_, And clap him fast there, with the Prince. _Vir._ Do Lady, For any death you give, I am bound to bless you. [_Exit_ Virolet; _and Sailers._ _Mar._ Now to your Cabin, Sir; pray lean upon me, And take your rest, the Surgeons wait all for you. _Ses._ Thou mak'st me blush to see thee bear thy fortunes; Why, sure I have no hurt, I have not fought sure? _Mast._ You bleed apace, Sir. _Mart._ Ye grow cold too. _Ses._ I must be rul'd, no leaning, My deepest wounds scorn Crutches. _All._ A brave General. [_Flour. Trumpets, Cornets._ [_Exeunt omnes._ _1 Sail._ Will they not moore her? _2 Sail._ Not till we come to the Fort, This is too weak a place for our defences, The Carpenters are hard at work; she swims well, And may hold out another fight. The ship we took Burns there to give us light. _1 Sayl._ She made a brave fight. _2 Sayl._ She put us all in fear. _1 Sail._ Beshrew my heart did she. Her men are gone to _Candia_, they are pepper'd, All but this prisoner. _2 Sayl._ Sure he's a brave fellow. _1 Sayl._ A stubborn knave, but we have pul'd his bravery. [_He discovers_ Virolet _and_ Ascanio _in the Bilboes._ Look how he looks now: come let's go serve his dyet, Which is but bread and water. _2 Sayl._ He'll grow fat on't. [_Exeunt Sailors._ _Asca._ I must confess I have endur'd much misery, Even almost to the ruine of my spirit, But ten times more grows my affliction, To find my friend here.