Goodlack. Attend me, good lieutenant; And, sweet Bess, listen what I have devised. With ten tall fellows I have manned our boat, To see what straggling Spaniards they can take. And see where Fawcett is returned with prisoners. _Enter_ Fawcett, _with two_ Spaniards. Fawcett. These Spaniards we by break of day surprised, As they were ready to take boat for fishing. Goodlack. Spaniards, upon your lives, resolve us truly, How strong’s the town and fort? 1st Spaniard. Since English Raleigh won and spoiled it first, The town’s re-edified, and fort new built, And four field-pieces in the block-house lie, To keep the harbour’s mouth. Goodlack. And what’s one ship to these? Bess. Was there not, in the time of their abode, A gentleman called Spencer buried there, Within the church, whom some report was slain, Or perished by a wound? 1st Spaniard. Indeed, there was, And o’er him raised a goodly monument; But when the English navy were sailed thence, And that the Spaniards did possess the town, Because they held him for a heretic, They straight removed his body from the church. Bess. And would the tyrants be so uncharitable To wrong the dead! Where did they then bestow him? 1st Spaniard. They buried him i’ the fields. Bess. Oh, still more cruel! 1st Spaniard. The man that ought[2.56] the field, doubtful his corn Would never prosper whilst a heretic’s body Lay there, he made petition to the church To ha’ it digged up and burnt; and so it was. Bess. What’s he, that loves me, would persuade me live, Not rather leap o’er hatches into the sea? Yet, ere I die, I hope to be revenged Upon some Spaniards, for my Spencer’s wrong. Roughman. Let’s first begin with these. Bess. ’Las, these poor slaves! Besides their pardoned lives, One give them money.--And, Spaniards, where you come, Pray for Bess Bridges, and speak well o’ the English. 1st & 2nd Spaniards. We shall. Bess. Our mourning we will turn into revenge, And since the church hath censured so my Spencer, Bestow upon the church some few cast pieces.-- Command the gunner do’t. Goodlack. And, if he can, To batter it to the earth. [_A gun is discharged_. _Enter_ Clem, _falling through haste_. Clem. A sail! a sail! Bess. From whence? Clem. A pox upon yon gunner! Could he not give warning, before he had shot? Roughman. Why, I prithee? Clem. Why? I was sent to the top-mast, to watch, and there I fell fast asleep. Bounce! quoth the guns; down tumbles Clem; and, if by chance my feet had not hung in the tackles, you must have sent to England for a bone-setter, for my neck had been in a pitiful taking. Roughman. Thou told’st us of a sail. _Enter_ Sailor, _above_. Sailor. Arm, gentlemen! a gallant ship of war Makes with her full sails this way; who, it seems, Hath took a bark of England.