_. What do you call him? _Dick of Devonshire_?

_Med_. Because he is a soldier let him have
A soldier's honour; bring him from his prison
Full in the face of the whole Towne of _Sherrys_,
With drums and musketts.

_Mac_. How many soldiers are in the Towne?

_Clarke_. 5000.

_Med_. Let 200 march hither along with him as his guard: where's
the _Teniente_?

_Ten_. Here, my Lord.

_Med_. Pray, see this done & in good order.

_Ten_. I shall. [_Exit_.

_Enter Don John below_.

_Gyr_. What makes _Don John_ here? Oh, now I remember:
You come against the _Englishman_.

_Jo_. Yes, my Lord.

_Enter his Lady and a Gentlewoman above_.

_Mac_. Give me the Note there of the _English_ advertisements.

[_They all conferre_.

_Lady_. Here may we see & heare: poore _Englishman_!
Sadnes! I cast on thee a noble pitty,
A pitty mixt with sorrow that my Husband
Has drawne him to this misery, to whom
The soldier gave life being at his mercy.

_Gent_. Twas bravely done, no doubt he'le speed the better
For his mind.

_Lady_. I visited him in prison,
And did with much adoe win from _Don John_
This journey, for I vowd to see th'event
How they will deale with him.

_Gent_. I hope most fairely.

_Enter 2 drums, Teniente, divers musketts, Fernando
with Pike (without band, an Iron about his necke, 2
Chaines manackling his wrists, a great chaine at his
heeles); Jaylour, 3 or 4 halberts. A Barre sett out_.

_Clarke_. Silence!

_Mac_. You see how much our _Spanish_ soldiers love you
To give this brave attendance; though your Nation
Fought us & came to hunt us to our deathes.

_Pike_. My Lords, this, which in shew is brave attendance
And love to me, is the worldes posture right,
Where one man's falling downe setts up another.
My sorrowes are their triumphes; so in kings courts,
When officers are thrust out of their roomes,
Others leape laughing in while they doe mourne.
I am at your mercy.

_Mac_. Sirra _Englishman_,
Know you that weapon?--reach it him.

_Pike_. Yes, it
Was once mine; and drawes teares from me to think
How 'twas forced from me.

_Mac_. How many _Spanyards_
Killd you with that sword?

_Pike_. Had I killd one
This Barre had nere bene guilty of my pleading
Before such Princely Judges: there stands t