Spencer. What is’t, I prithee? Surgeon. There is a gentleman, one of your name, That died within this hour. Spencer. My name! What was he? Of what sickness died he? Surgeon. No sickness, but a slight hurt in the body, Which showed at first no danger, but, being searched, He died at the third dressing. Spencer. At my third search I am in hope of life. The Heavens are merciful. Surgeon. Sir, doubt not your recovery. Spencer. That hundred pound I had prepared to expend Upon mine own expected funeral, I for name-sake will now bestow on his. Surgeon. A noble resolution. Spencer. What ships are bound for England? I would gladly Venture to sea, though weak. Surgeon. All bound that way are under sail already. Spencer. Here’s no security; For when the beaten Spaniards shall return, They’ll spoil whom they can find. Surgeon. We have a ship, Of which I am surgeon, that belongs unto A London merchant, now bound for Mamorah, A town in Barbary; please you to use that, You shall command free passage: ten months hence, We hope to visit England. Spencer. Friend, I thank thee. Surgeon. I’ll bring you to the master, who I know Will entertain you gladly. Spencer. When I have seen the funeral rites performed To the dead body of my countryman And kinsman, I will take your courteous offer. England, no doubt, will hear news of my death; How Bess will take it is to me unknown. On her behaviour I will build my fate, There raise my love, or thence erect my hate. [_Exeunt_. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I.--_Foy. A Street outside the Windmill Tavern_. _Enter_ Roughman _and_ Fawcett. Roughman. Oh! you’re well met. Just as I prophesied, So it fell out. Fawcett. As how, I pray? Roughman. Had you but stayed the crossing of one field, You had beheld a Hector, the boldest Trojan That ever Roughman met with. Fawcett. Pray, what was he? Roughman. You talk of Little Davy, Cutting Dick,[2.25] And divers such; but tush! this hath no fellow. Fawcett. Of what stature and years was he? Roughman. Indeed, I must confess he was no giant, Nor above fifty; but he did bestir him-- Was here, and there, and everywhere, at once, That I was ne’er so put to’t since the midwife First wrapped my head in linen. Let’s to Bess: I’ll tell her the whole project. Fawcett. Here’s the house: We’ll enter, if you please. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_A Room in the Tavern_. _Enter_ Roughman _and_ Fawcett. Roughman. Where be these drawers--rascals, I should say-- That will give no attendance? _Enter_ Clem. Clem. Anon, anon, sir: please you see a room? What, you here, again! Now we shall have such roaring! Roughman. You, sirrah, call your mistress. Clem. Yes, sir, I know it is my duty to call her mistress. Roughman. See an the slave will stir! Clem. Yes, I do stir.