A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. II | Page 8

wind, My hands have almost lost the sense of feeling. _Jewell_, thou mad'st thy muskett spitt fire bravely.
Ma. And my Devonshire blade, honest _Dick Pike_, Spard not his Sugar pellets among my Spanyards.
Cap. He did like a soldier, as he that chargd his muskett told me: in this service he hath dischargd 70 bulletts.
Pike. I did my part, sir, and wish I had bene able to have layd 'em on thicker; but I have lynd somebodyes gutts, much good doe 'em with it; some of them have wishd well to me.
Cap. Art hurt?
Ma. Where?
Pike. Nowhere; one of my flanckes itches a little; if a piece of lead have crept in to hide it selfe cowardly I am not much in debt for't.
Cap. Let my Surgeons search it.
Pike. Search a pudding for plums; let my flesh alone; perhaps it wants souldering. Shall we to't agen: I have halfe a score pills for my _Spanyards_--better then purging comfitts.
Enter a Soldier.
Cap. What newes?
Sol. The fort is yielded.
Pike. They have bene speechlesse a good while; I thought they'de yield up the ghost shortly.
Sol. But on condition to march away with flying colours, which was granted.
Cap. What's become of the Captaine of the fort?
Sol. Don Francisco Bustament is carryed aboord our Generalls ship, where he had a soldier like welcome; but he & all his company are put over to Port Reall upon the maine land because they should not succour the Citty.
Cap. Unles he will swim to th'Iland.--And how fares the _Convertine_?
Sol. Her shroudes are torne to pieces & her tacklings to raggs.
Cap. No matter; she carryes the more honour.
Sol. 5 hundred Bulletts sticke in her sides.
Pike. 'Tis well they scaped her heart, lying all the fight little more than pistoll shott from 'em; her Starboard still to the fort & at least 200 Musketts playing upon her. I wish'd heartily some of our London roaring Boyes[17] had bene in the heate of't.
Sol. Wouldst have 'em twice burnt.
Pike. They should have found a difference betwixt the smoake of Tobacco and of a muskett; another manner of noise than _dam me & refuse me_[18], which they vomitt dayly. It might have done some of 'em good, for by that meanes they might have prayd heartily once in their lives.
Cap. The _Whitehall_[19] men did good service.
Ma. Who? the Collyers?
Sol. 4000 Bulletts their ordnance & the Hollanders dischargd upon the Castle.
Cap. 'Twas well done of all sides, Bullyes[20]: but, since our forces are landed, let it be your care to looke well to the Ships: and honest Dick of Devonshire be not too carelesse of your hurts; he meanes to fight againe that provides for his recovery soonest. Hold thee, here is something to pay the Surgeon and to wash your wound withall.
Pike. My noble Captaine, I'le have care of my owne and drinke your health with it.
Ma. Thou deservest more than common encouragement: prithee, remember me too.
[_Exeunt Capt. & Mast_.
Pike. Why, now am I sorry I have no more hurt, gentlemen; but I tooke it as earnest to receive more if occasion bee. I have but a barrell to bestow among my Dons; while that lasts let 'em come & welcome,--the drinke shalbe spicd to their hands. Their complexions are blacke, they shall want no Balls to wash their faces; if any doe light in their bodies they may chance be scourd all over.
Sol. 2. We may hap to be in the suddes ourselves.
Pike. There will be charges savd then; for my part I am but one, and there are shotts enough.
Sol. 2. More by a score then I hope wilbe payd these two dayes.
Pike. Talke not of paying: here's more then a month comes to. Well, if our service be done, & there be any other liquor to be gott, wele drinke no salt water as long as this lasts.
Sol. 2. Come, let's have a dish to our countrymen & let's remember Tavestock.
Pike. Godamercy for that, boy. A match, a match!
[Exeunt.

(SCENE 2.)
_Enter Henrico Gusman, his sword drawne, & Eleonora_.
Hen. Yet the Citty is safe enough; feare not, _Eleonora_; The Bullets make no noyse here: if the Towne Should yield her strength up to th'invader, thou Art lockd up like a spirit in a Christall: Not an enchanted Castle, held up by Strong charme, is halfe so safe. This house, though now It carry not the figure & faire shape Which the first workeman gave it, eating Time Having devourd the face of't, is within A Sanctuary, & hath so much cunning Couchd in the body not a Laborinth Is so full of Meanders.
Ele. Sir, your presence Confirmes me in opinion of my safety; Not of my life so much, for that's a thing I owe to nature & should one day be A-weary of it; like to Innes we take Our houses up, having but