2nd Captain. We saw him die, But grieve you should so perish. Spencer. Note Heaven’s justice, And henceforth make that use on’t--I shall faint. 1st Captain. Short farewells now must serve. If thou survivest, Live to thine honour; but if thou expirest Heaven take thy soul to mercy! [_Exeunt_ Captains. Spencer. I bleed much; I must go seek a surgeon. Goodlack. Sir, how cheer you? Spencer. Like one that’s bound upon a new adventure To the other world; yet thus much, worthy friend, Let me entreat you: since I understand The fleet is bound for England, take your occasion To ship yourself, and when you come to Foy, Kindly commend me to my dearest Bess: Thou shalt receive a will, in which I have Possessed her of five hundred pounds a year. Goodlack. A noble legacy. Spencer. The rest I have bestowed amongst my friends, Only reserving a bare hundred pounds, To see me honestly and well interred. Goodlack. I shall perform your trust as carefully As to my father, breathed he. Spencer. Mark me, captain; Her legacy I give with this proviso: If, at thy arrival where my Bess remains, Thou find’st her well reported, free from scandal, My will stands firm; but if thou hear’st her branded For loose behaviour, or immodest life, What she should have, I here bestow on thee; It is thine own: but, as thou lovest thy soul, Deal faithfully betwixt my Bess and me. Goodlack. Else let me die a prodigy. Spencer. This ring was hers; that, be she loose or chaste, Being her own, restore her: she will know it; And doubtless she deserves it. O my memory! What had I quite forgot? She hath my picture. Goodlack. And what of that? Spencer. If she be ranked among the loose and lewd, Take it away: I hold it much indecent A whore should ha’t in keeping; but if constant, Let her enjoy it. This my will perform, As thou art just and honest. Goodlack. Sense else forsake me. Spencer. Now lead me to my chamber. All’s made even-- My peace with earth, and my atone with Heaven. [_Exeunt_. SCENE III.--_A Field near Foy_. _Enter_ Bess Bridges, _like a_ Page, _with a sword; and_ Clem. Bess. But that I know my mother to be chaste, I’d swear some soldier got me. Clem. It may be many a soldier’s buff jerkin came out of your father’s tan-vat. Bess. Methinks I have a manly spirit in me, In this man’s habit. Clem. Now, am not I of many men’s minds; for, if you should do me wrong, I should not kill you, though I took you pissing against a wall. Bess. Methinks I could be valiant on the sudden, And meet a man i’ the field. I could do all that I have heard discoursed Of Mary Ambree,[2.23] or Westminster’s Long Meg. Clem. What Mary Ambree was I cannot tell; but unless you were taller, you will come short of Long Meg. Bess. Of all thy fellows, thee I only trust, And charge thee to be secret.