_Ray._ And did omit no tyranny, which men, Inured to spoil, and mischief could inflict, On the grie[v]'d sufferers; when by lawless rapine They reap'd the harvest, which their Labou[rs] sow'd; And not content to force 'em from their dwelling, But laid for 'em at Sea to ravish from 'em The last remainder of their wealth: then, then, After a long pursuit, each doubting other, As guilty of the _Portugals_ escape, They did begin to quarrel, like [ill] men; (Forgive me piety, that I call 'em so) No longer love, or correspondence holds, Than it is cimented with prey or profit: Then did they turn these swords they oft had bloodi'd With innocent gore, upon their wretched selves, And paid the forfeit of their cruelty Shewn to _Sebastian_, and his Colonie, By being fatal enemies to each other. Thence grew _Amintas_ rape, and my desire To be reveng'd. And now observe the issue: As they for spoil ever forgot compassion To women, (who should be exempted From the extremities of a lawful War) We now, young able men, are fall'n into The hands of Women; that, against the soft Tenderness familiar to their Sex, Will shew no mercy. _Enter_ Crocale. _Cro._ None, unless you shew us Our long lost Husbands. We are those _Portugals_ you talk'd of. _Ray._ Stay, I met upon the Sea in a tall Ship Two _Portugals_, famish'd almost to death. _Tib._ Our Ship by this Wine. And those the rogues that stole her, Left us to famish in the barren Islands. _Ray._ Some such tale they told me, And something of a Woman, which I find, To be my Sister. _Cro._ Where are these men? _Ray._ I left 'em, Supposing they had deluded me with forg'd tales, In the Island, where they said They had liv'd many years the wretched owners Of a huge mass of treasure. _Alb._ The same men: and that the fatal muck We quarrell'd for. _Cro._ They were _Portugals_ you say. _Ray._ So they profess'd. _Cro._ They may prove such men as may save your lives, And so much I am taken with fair hope, That I will hazard life to be resolv'd on't: How came you hither? _Ray._ My ship lies by the Rivers mouth, That can convey ye to these wretched men, Which you desire to see. _Cro._ Back to your prisons, And pray for the success: if they be those Which I desire to find, you are safe; If not, prepare to die to morrow: For the world cannot redeem ye. _Alb._ However, we are arm'd For either fortune. [_Exit._ _Tib._ What must become of me now That I am not dismiss'd? _Cro._ Oh Sir, I purpose To have your company. _Ti._ Take heed wicked woman, I am apt to mischief now. _Cro._ You cannot be so unkind, To her that gives you liberty.