Spencer. To imagine that in the same instant that one forfeits all his estate, another enters upon a rich possession. As one goes to the church to be married, another is hurried to the gallows to be hanged; the last having no feeling of the first man’s joy, nor the first of the last man’s misery. At the same time that one lies tortured upon the rack, another lies tumbling with his mistress over head and ears in down and feathers. This when I truly consider, I cannot but wonder why any fortune should make a man ecstasied. Goodlack. You give yourself too much to melancholy. Spencer. These are my maxims; and were they as faithfully practised by others as truly apprehended by me, we should have less oppression, and more charity. _Enter the two_ Captains. 1st Captain. Make good thy words. 2nd Captain. I say, thou hast injured me. 1st Captain. Tell me wherein. 2nd Captain. When we assaulted Fayal, And I had, by the general’s command, The onset, and with danger of my person Enforced the Spaniard to a swift retreat, And beat them from their fort, thou, when thou saw’st All fear and danger past, madest up with me, To share that honour which was sole mine own, And never ventured shot for’t, or e’er came Where bullet grazed. Spencer. See, captain, a fray towards; Let’s, if we can, atone[2.22] this difference. Goodlack. Content. 1st Captain. I’ll prove it with my sword, That though thou hadst the foremost place in field, And I the second, yet my company Was equal in the entry of the fort. My sword was that day drawn as soon as thine, And that poor honour which I won that day Was but my merit. 2nd Captain. Wrong me palpably, And justify the same! Spencer. You shall not fight. 1st Captain. Why, sir, who made you first a justicer, And taught you that word “shall?” You are no general; Or, if you be, pray show us your commission. Spencer. Sir, I have no commission but my counsel, And that I’ll show you freely. 2nd Captain. ’Tis some chaplain. 1st Captain. I do not like his text. Goodlack. Let’s beat their weapons down. 1st Captain. I’ll aim at him that offers to divide us! [_They fight_. 2nd Captain. Pox of these part-frays! see, I am wounded, By beating down my weapon. Goodlack. How fares my friend? Spencer. You sought for blood, and, gentlemen, you have it. Let mine appease you: I am hurt to death. 1st Captain. My rage converts to pity, that this gentleman Shall suffer for his goodness. Goodlack. Noble friend, I will revenge thy death. Spencer. He is no friend That murmurs such a thought.--Oh, gentlemen, I killed a man in Plymouth, and by you Am slain in Fayal. Carrol fell by me, And I fall by a Spencer. Heaven is just, And will not suffer murder unrevenged. Heaven pardon me, as I forgive you both! Shift for yourselves: away!