_Buz_. Sh'has bene at Barleybreake.[24]--Madam I must say nothing: --there is a Pistol and so forth:--but if you have occasion to use me, try mee; if I doe not prove an honester man to you then my Master, would my Cod piece point were broake. I know what I know, and yet Ile tell no tales;--but if ever I come to speake once--I say nothing.
_Ele_. Oh that I could not breath! how can I have A Joy in life whose honour's in the Grave!
_Enter Pike with his sword in his hand, a Cloake in his Arme_.
_Pike_. The freshnes of this Ayre does well after the saltnes of the Sea. A pleasant Country, too, to looke upon, & would serve well to live upon if a man had it & knew how to place it out of this hott Clymate! I would I had a matter, or a Mannour, indeede, of a 1,000 acres of these woodlands & roome to sett it in _Devonshire_; I would compare with any prince betweene _Tavistoke_ & _Parradice_ for an Orchard. But I could wish I were not alone here in this Conceit, dreaming of Golden Apples, least they prove bitter fruite. Whether are our land soldiers straggeld, troe? I would faine sett eye on some of them; Ile venture a little farther; _Devonshire Dick_ was never afraid yet.--How now, my hearts? upon a retreat so soone?
1. I, to the shipps; we have our loades here of the best merchandise we can find in this Quarter.
2. Will you taste a Lymon? excellent good to coole you.
_Pike_. They are goodly ones; where gott you them?
3. A little above here in an Orchard, where we left some of our Company.
_Pike_. But may one goe safe, without danger?
1. As safely as ever you gatherd nutts in _England_; the _Spaniards_ are all fled.
2. Not soe much as the leg of a _Spanyard_ left to squayle at their owne appletrees. [_Exeunt Soldiers_.
_Pike_. Ile have a pull at these pomcitrons for my noble Captaine; & if I had a Porters basket full of 'em I would count them no burthen in requitall of some part of the love he hath shewen me.
1. They cannot be far before us, I am sure.
2. But for the hedge we might descry them within two muskett shott.
3. Pray God the enemy be not within one musket shott of us behind their hedges; for I am sure I saw an Harquebuse whip ore the way before us but even now. Oh, oh!
[_Three or 4 shott dischargd, 2 soldiers slaine, the other falls on his belly_.