_Surg._ You'll faint Sir. _Nor._ No, ye lie, Sir, like an Ass, Sir; I have no such pigs hurt in my belly. _Sur._ By my life Captain These hurts are not to be jested with. _Nor._ If thou hadst 'em: They are my companions fool, my family; I cannot eat nor sleep without their company, Dost take me for _St. Davy_, that fell dead With seeing of his nose bleed? _Enter Soldiers with booty._ _Sur._ Here they come, Sir: But would you would be drest. _Nor._ Pox: dress thy self first. Thou faint'st a great deal faster: what's all this? _1 Sold._ The money and the merchandize ye took Sir. _Nor._ A goodly purchase; Is it for this we venture Our liberties and lives? what can all this do? Get me some dozen surfeits, some seven fresh whores, And twenty pot-Allies; and then I am virtuous. Lay the Knights part by, and that to pay the Soldier: This is mine own, I think I have deserv'd it: Come, now look to me, and grope me like a Chambermaid, I'll neither start nor squeak; what's that i' th' Trusse there? _2 Sold._ 'Tis cloth of Tissue, Sir, and this is Scarlet. _Nor._ I shall look redder shortly then, I fear me, And as a Captain ought, a great deal prouder. Can ye cure me of that crack, Surgeon? _Sur._ Yes, when your Suit's at pawn, Sir. _Nor._ There's for your plaister. A very learned Surgeon: what's in that pack there? _1 Sold._ 'Tis _English_ Cloth. _Nor._ That's a good wear indeed, Both strong, and rich: but it has a virtue A twang of the own Countrey, that spoils all: A man shall ne'r be sober in't: Where are the Gentlemen, That ventur'd with me, both their lives and fortunes? Come forward my fair spirits; _Norandine_ Forgets his worth, when he forgets your valours, You have lost an eye, I saw ye face all hazards: You have one left yet, to choose your Mistriss. You have your leg broke with a shot; yet sitting, I saw you make the place good with your Pike still. And your hand's gone; a good heart wants no instruments; Share that amongst ye, there's an eye, an arm, And that will bear you up, when your legs cannot. Oh, where's the honest Sailor? that poor fellow, Indeed that bold brave fellow, that with his Musket Taught them new ways how to put their caps off; That stood the fire of all the fight, twice blown, And twice I gave him drown'd; welcome ashore knave; Give me thy hand, if they be not both lost: faith thou art welcome, My tough knave welcome: thou wilt not shrink i' th' washing. Hold, there's a piece of Scarlet, get thee handsom. And this to buy thee buttons. _Sail._ Thank ye Captain. Command my life at all hours. _Nor._ Thou durst give it. You have deserv'd too. _3 Sold._ We have seen the fight Sir.