_Amin._ Be your own friends, I thank ye. Now only my last audit, and my greatest, Oh Heaven, be kind unto me, And if it be thy Will, preserve. _Enter_ Raymond. _Ray._ Who is this? Sure 'tis a woman, I have trode this place, And found much footing; now I know 'tis peopl'd. Ha, let me see! 'tis her face. Oh Heaven! turn this way Maid. _Amin._ Oh _Raymond_, oh Brother. _Raym._ Her tongue too: 'tis my Sister; what rude hand! Nay kiss me first, Oh joy! _Amin._ Fly, fly dear brother, You are lost else. _Jul._ A man, a man, a new man. _Raym._ What are these? _Enter_ Juletta, Crocale, Clarinda. _Cro._ An enemy, an enemy. _Cla._ Dispatch him, Take him off, shoot him straight. _Raym._ I dare not use my sword, Ladies, Against such comely foes. _Amin._ Oh brother, brother! _Cla._ Away with 'em, and in dark prisons bind 'em. One word reply'd, ye die both. Now brave mother, follow thy noble anger, And I'll help thee. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Rossella, Clarinda, Crocale, Juletta, Hippolita. _Ros._ I am deaf to all your intreaties: she that moves me For pity or compassion to these Pirats, Digs up her Fathers, or her Brothers Tomb, And spurns about their ashes. Couldst thou remember what a Father thou hadst once, 'Twould steel thy heart against all foolish pity. By his memory, and the remembrance of his dear embraces, I am taught, that in a Noble cause revenge is Noble; And they shall fall the sacrifices to appease His wandring Ghost, and my incensed fury. _Cla._ The new come prisoner too! _Ros._ He too[. Y]et that we may learn Whether they are the same, or near ally'd To those that forc'd me to this cruel course, Better their poor allowance, and permit 'em To meet together and confer, Within the distance of your ear; perhaps They may discover something that may kill Despair in me, and be a means to save 'em From certain ruine. _C[r]o._ That shall be my charge. _Ros._ Yet to prevent All hope of rescue: for this new-come Captain Hath both a Ship and Men not far [off] from us, Though ignorant to find the only Port, That can yield entrance to our happy Island, Guard the place strongly, and e'r the next Sun Ends his diurnal progress, I will be Happy in my revenge, or set 'em free. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Crocale, Juletta, Hippolita. [_A Table furnish'd._