[_Three or 4 shott dischargd, 2 soldiers slaine,
the other falls on his belly_.

_Enter Pike_.

_Pike_. Are you bouncing? Ile no further. Sure these can be no
Crowkeepers nor birdscarers from the fruite! what rascalls were my
Countrymen to tell me there was no danger!--alas, what's here? 3 of
our soldiers slaine! dead, shott through the very bowells! so, is this
quite dead too? poore wretches, you have payd for your Capon sauce.

3. Oh, oh!

_Pike_. Here's some life in yt yet: what cheare? how is't, my heart of
gold? speake, man, if thou canst; looke this way; I promise thee 'tis an
honest man & a true _Englishman_ that speakes to thee. Thou look'st away
as if thou didst not trust me: I prithee speake to me any thing, Ile
take thy word & thanke the, too. Alas, I feare he's past it; he strives
and cannot speake.--'Tis good to shift this ground; they may be charging
more hidden villany while I stand prating heere.--He breathes still;
come, thou shalt not stay behind for want of leggs or shoulders to beare
thee. If there be surgery in our ships to recover the use of thy tongue,
thou mayst one day acknowledge a man & a Christian in honest _Dicke of
Devonshire_. Come along;--nay now I feare my honesty is betrayd;--a
horseman proudly mounted makes towards me, and 'tis a Don that thinkes
himselfe as brave as _St. Jaques_. What shall I doe? there is no
starting; I must stand th'encounter.--Lye still a while & pray if thou
canst, while I doe my best to save my owne & the litle breath thou hast
left. But I am in that prevented too: his breath's quite gone allready,
and all the Christian duty I have now left for thee is to close thy eyes
with a short prayer: mayst thou be in heaven, Amen.--Now _Don Diego, &
Don Thunderbolt_, or _Don Divell_, I defye thee.

_Enter Don John arm'd. Pike drawes & wrapps
his Cloake about his arme_.

_Jo_. Oh viliaco, diable, _Anglese_!

[_They fight_.

_Pike_. A pox upon thee, _Hispaniola_! Nay, if you be no better in the
Reare then in the Van I shall make no doubt to vanquish, & vanquash you,
too, before we part, my doughty _Don Diego_.
[_He hath him downe, & disarmes him_.

_Jo_. Mercy, _Englishman_, oh spare my life! pardonne moye je vous pre.

_Pike_. And take your goods? is that your meaning, _Don_, it shall be
so; your horse and weapons I will take, but no pilferage. I am no
pocketeer, no diver into slop