2. Why 'tis ten to one but she breaks his head in her youth, and when she is old shee'l never leave till she has broke his back too-- But what scurvy Knight have you here in _Malta, &c._ _Enter_ Zanthia. _Zan._ Hist, wenches: my Lady calls, she's entring The Tarrase, to see the show. 1. Oh black pudding. 2. My little labor in vain. 1. But what scurvy Knights have we here in _Malta_, that when they are dubd take their oath of allegiance to live poor, and chastly ever after! 2. 'Faith many Knights in other Nations (I have heard) are as poor as ours: marry where one of 'em has taken the Oath of chastity, we want a new _Columbus_ to find out. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter_ (_above_) Oriana, Zanchia, _two Gentlewomen_, (_beneath_) Valetta, Mountferrat, Astorius, Castriot, Gomera, Miranda, _Attendants of Knights_, &c. _Mount._ Are you there Lady? _Ori._ Thou art a naughty Man, Heaven mend thee. _Val._ Our greet meeting princely brothers, Ye holy Souldiers of the _Christian Cross_, Is to relieve our Captain _Norandine_, Now fighting for _Valetta_ with the _Turk_, A valliant Gentleman, a noble _Dane_ As ere the Countrey bred, endangered now By fresh supply of head-bound Infidels. Much means, much blood this warlike _Dane_ hath spent To advance our flag, above their horned moons, And oft hath brought in profitable conquest: We must not see him perish in our view: How far off fight they? _Mir._ Sir, within a League. _Val._ 'Tis well: our next occasion of conventing Are these [two] gentlemen, standing in your sight. (Ye are noble props of _Malta_) royally Descended are they both, valiant as war, _Miranda_, and _Gomera_, full ten years They have serv'd this Island, perfected exploits Matchless, and infinite, they are honest, wise, Not empty of one ornament of man: Most eminent agents were they in that slaughter That great marvelous slaughter of the _Turks_, Before St. _Elme_, where five and twenty thousand Fell, for five thousand of our _Christians_: These ripe considerations moving us (Having had your allowance on their worths) Here we would call 'em to our Brotherhood; If any therefore can their manners tax, Their faith, their chastity, any part of life, Let 'em speak now. _Ast._ None do's. _All._ None can, great Master. _Val._ The dignity then dignifie, by them, As their reward: tender _Miranda_ first (Because he is to succor _Norandine_) Our sacred Robe of Knight-hood, our white Cross, The holy cognizance of him we serve, The sword, the spurs.