Part 1 — SCENE I.—On Board a Spanish Vessel.

After an alarum, enter a Spanish Captain, with Sailors, bringing in an English Merchant, Spencer, and the Surgeon, prisoners.

Spanish Captain.

For Fayal’s loss and spoil, by the English done,

We are in part revenged. There’s not a vessel

That bears upon her top St. George’s cross,

But for that act shall suffer.

Merchant.

Insult not, Spaniard,

Nor be too proud, that thou by odds of ships,

Provision, men, and powder, madest us yield.

Had you come one to one, or made assault

With reasonable advantage, we by this

Had made the carcase of your ship your graves,

Low sunk to the sea’s bottom.

Spanish Captain.

Englishman, thy ship shall yield us pillage.

These prisoners we will keep in strongest hold,

To pay no other ransom than their lives.

Spencer.

Degenerate Spaniard, there’s no nobless in thee,

To threaten men unarmed and miserable.

Thou mightst as well tread o’er a field of slaughter,

And kill them o’er that are already slain,

And brag thy manhood.

Spanish Captain.

Sirrah, what are you?

Spencer.

Thy equal, as I am a prisoner;

But once, to stay a better man than thou,

A gentleman in my country.

Spanish Captain.

Wert thou not so, we have strappados, bolts,

Can make you gentle.

Spencer.

Spaniard, do thy worst:

Thou canst not act more tortures than my courage

Is able to endure.

Spanish Captain.

These Englishmen,

Nothing can daunt them. Even in misery,

They’ll not regard their masters.

Spencer.

Spanish Captain.

His sauciness we’ll punish ’bove the rest;

And now towards Spain, with our brave English prize.

[Flourish. Exeunt.