_1 Sayl._ Here's nothing, Sir, but poverty and hunger; No promise of inhabitance; neither track of Beast, Nor foot of Man: we have searcht All this Rocky desart, yet cannot discover any assurance Here is, or hath been such men. _2 Sayl._ Not a relique of any thing they wore; Nor mark left by 'em, either to find relief, Or to warn others from the like misfortune. Believe it, these fellows are both false, And, to get a little succor in their misery, Have fram'd this cunning Tale. _Ray._ The Ship, I know, is _French_, and own'd by Pirats, If not by _Albert_ my arch enemy. You told me too there was a woman with 'em. A young and handsome Woman. _Sebast._ There was so Sir. _Raym._ And such, and such young gallants. _Nic._ We told you true, Sir, That they had no means to quit this Island. _Raym._ And that amidst their mutiny to save your lives, You got their Ship. _Sebast._ All is most certain, Sir. _Raym._ Where are they then? Where are these Men Or Woman? we are landed where your faiths Did assure us, we could not miss their sights. For this news we took ye to our mercy, Reliev'd ye, when the furious Sea, and Famine Strove, which should first devour ye; Cloath'd, and cherisht ye; us'd ye as those ye say ye are. Fair Gentlemen, now keep your words, And shew us this company, your own free pitties spoke of; These men ye left in misery; the Woman. Men of those noble breedings you pretend to Should scorn to lie, or get their food with falshood; Come, direct us. _Sebast._ Alass, Sir, they are gone, But by what means, or providence, we know not. _2 Sayl._ Was not the Captain A fellow of a fiery, yet brave nature, A middle stature, and of brown complexion? _Nic._ He was, Sir. _Raym._ 'Twas _Albert_, And my poor wretched sister. _1 Sayl._ 'Twas he certain, I ha been at Sea with him; many times at Sea. _Raym._ Come, shew us these Men; Shew us presently, and do not dally with us. _Seb._ We left 'em here; What should we say, Sir? Here, in this place. _2 Sayl._ The earth cannot swallow 'em; They have no wings, they cannot fly sure. _Raym._ You told us too Of heaps of treasure, and of sums conceal'd, That set their heart[s] a fire; we see no such thing, No such sign; What can ye say to purge ye? What have ye done with these men? _Nic._ We, Sir? _Raym._ You Sir; For certain I believe ye saw such people. _Sebast._ By all that's good, By all that's pure and honest, By all that's holy. _Raym._ I dare not credit ye, Ye have so abus'd my hope, that now I hate ye. _1 Sayl._ Let's put 'em in their ragged clothes again Captain, For certain they are knaves, lets e'en deliver 'em To their old fruitful Farm; here let 'em walk the Island.