_Gom._ Thou hast thy sword about thee, That good sword, that never faill'd thee: prethee come, We'll have but five stroaks for it; on, on Boy, Here's one would fain be acquainted with thee, Would wondrous fain cleave that Calves-head of yours Sir, Come, prethee let's dispatch, the Moon shines finely: Prethee be kill'd by me, thou wilt be hang'd else, But it may be, thou long'st to be hang'd. _Roc._ Out with him, Sir, You shall have my sword too: when he's dispatch'd once, We have the world before us. _Gom._ Wilt thou walk fellow, I never knew a Rogue, hang arse-ward so, And such a desperate knave too. _Ab._ Pray go with him, Something I'll promise too. _Mount._ You would be kill'd then? No remedy; I see. _Gom._ If thou dar'st do it? _Mount._ Yes, now I dare; lead out, I'll follow presently Under the Mount I'll meet ye. _Gom._ Go before me, I'll have ye in a string too. _Mount._ As I am a Gentleman, And by this holy place I will not fail thee, Fear not, thou shalt be kill'd, take my word for it I will not fail. _Gom._ If thou scap'st thou hast Cats luck. The Mount? _Mount._ The same: make hast, I am there before else. _Gom._ Go get ye home; now if he scape I am a Coward. _Mount._ Well, now I am resolv'd, and he shall find it. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter_ Miranda, Lucinda, Collonna. _Mir._ How is it with the Lady? _Luc._ Sir, as well As it can be with one, who feeling knowes now What is the curse the divine justice lay'd On the first sinful woman. _Mir._ Is she in travel? _Luc._ Yes sir; and yet the troubles of her mind Afflict her more, than what her body suffers, For in the extremity of her pain, she cryes out, Why am I here? Where is my Lord _Gomera_, Then sometimes names _Miranda_, and then sighes, As if to speak, what questionless she loves well, If heard, mig[ht] do her injury. _Col._ Heavens sweet mercy Look gently on her. _Mir._ Prethee tell her, my Prayers Are present with her, and good wench provide That she want nothing: what's thy name? _Luc. Lucinda._ _Mir. Lucinda?_ there's a prosperous omen in it, Be a _Lucinda_ to her, and bring word That she is safe delivered of her burthen, And thy reward's thy liberty: come _Collonna_, We will go see how th'Engineer has mounted The Cannon the great Master sent, be careful To view the works, and learn the discipline That is us'd here: I am to leave the world And for your service, which I have found faithful, The charge that's mine, if I have any power Hereafter may concern you. _Col._ I still find A noble Master in you. _Mir._ 'Tis but justice, Thou do'st deserve it in thy care, and duty. [_Exeunt._