Spencer. Thou art fair: Join to thy beauty virtue. Many suitors I know will tempt thee: beauty’s a shrewd bait, But unto that if thou add’st chastity, Thou shalt o’ercome all scandal. Time calls hence; We now must part. Bess. Oh, that I had the power to make Time lame, To stay the stars, or make the moon stand still, That future day might never haste thy flight! I could dwell here for ever in thine arms, And wish it always night. Spencer. We trifle hours. Farewell! Bess. First take this ring: ’Twas the first token of my constant love That passed betwixt us. When I see this next, And not my Spencer, I shall think thee dead; For, till death part thy body from thy soul, I know thou wilt not part with it. Spencer. Swear for me, Bess; for thou mayst safely do’t. Once more, farewell: at Foy thou shalt hear from me. Bess. There’s not a word that hath a parting sound Which through mine ears shrills not immediate death. I shall not live to lose thee. Fawcett. Best be gone; For hark, I hear some tread. Spencer. A thousand farewells are in one contracted. Captain, away! [_Exeunt_ Spencer _and_ Goodlack. Bess. Oh! I shall die. Fawcett. What mean you, Bess? will you betray your friend, Or call my name in question? Sweet, look up. Bess. Ha, is my Spencer gone? Fawcett. With speed towards Foy, There to take ship for Fayal. Bess. Let me recollect myself, And what he left in charge--virtue and chastity; Next, with all sudden expedition Prepare for Foy: all these will I conserve, And keep them strictly, as I would my life. Plymouth, farewell: in Cornwall I will prove A second fortune, and for ever mourn, Until I see my Spencer’s safe return. [_Exeunt_. SCENE V.--_The same_. _Hautboys. A dumb show_.[2.15] _Enter_ General, Captains _and the_ Mayor _of_ Plymouth. _At the other side petitioners with papers; amongst these the_ Drawers. _The_ General _gives them bags of money. All go off, saving the two_ Drawers. 1st Drawer. ’Tis well that we have gotten all the money due to my master. It is the commonest thing that can be, for these captains to score and to score; but when the scores are to be paid, _non est inventus_. 2nd Drawer. ’Tis ordinary amongst gallants, now-a-days, who had rather swear forty oaths than only this one oath--“God, let me never be trusted!” 1st Drawer. But if the captains would follow the noble mind of the general, before night there would not be one score owing in Plymouth. 2nd Drawer. Little knows Bess that my master hath got in these desperate debts. But she hath cast up her account, and is gone. 1st Drawer. Whither, canst thou tell? 2nd Drawer. They say, to keep a tavern in Foy, and that Master Spencer hath given her a stock, to set up for herself. Well, howsoever, I am glad, though he killed the man, we have got our money. [_Exeunt_. ACT THE SECOND.