_Man_. I am not Yet weary of my freedome. May _Henrico_ Meete Joy in his Election: yet I know not One I would sooner chuse to call a sister Than _Eleonora_.
_Pedr_. At my returne from France all things shall bee Consummate; in meane time let your owne hearts, Knitt with the strongest tye of love, be merry In mutuall embraces, and let your prayers Fill our departing sayles. Our stay will not Bee long, and the necessity of my affaires Unwillingly doth take me from you.
_Hen_. Though I could wish your stay, my duty bidds me Expect the enjoying of my happines Till your returne from _France_.--Your blessing.
_Eleo_. How ever heaven dispose of _Eleonora_, Pray write me in your thoughts your humblest daughter, That shall make it a part of her devotions To pray for you.
_Fer_. Well, sir, since your designe Pulls you away, may your good Angell guard you.
_Fer_. _Manuell_, I hope You will not long breath out of _Spanish_ ayre. Farewell!
_Fer_. The Captaine of the Castle come to interpret That language to us? What newes?
_Bust_. Such as will make all _Spaine_ dance in Canary. The _Brasile_ fleete--
_Bust_. Is putting into harbour, and aloud Calls for a Midwife: she is great with gold And longs to be delivered.
_Pedr_. No he _Spanyard_ Is not a true reioycer at the newes: Be't a good omen to our Journey.
_Pedr_. May we at our returne meet no worse newes Then now at parting. My noble _Don Fernando_ And _Teniente_, once more farewell, (my daughter, I hope)
_Eleonora, Henrico_,--Nay, your good newes deserves a farewell.
_Bust_. A soldier's farewell, a fast hand and heart; Good fate to both. [_Ex. Pedr. and Man_.
_Hen_. Come, _Elinor_, let them discourse their Joyes For the safe fleete: in thee all my delights Embarke themselves.
_Bust_. Tush, lett 'em come; our shippes have brought with them The newes of warre.
_Ten_. I am speaking of a fleete of Enemyes.
_Fer_. I heard such a report, But had no faith in't: a mere Potgun![5]
_Bust_. Nay, sir, 'Tis certaine there hath bene great preparation, If our Intelligence be true to us; And a mighty Navy threatens the sea.
_Fer_. What's that to us? How long hath it bene a voyce they were at sea! I have ventured to discharge the soldiers Which to keepe here in pay upon the rumour Of a great fleete a comming, would both pester The Towne and be unnecessary charge To the King our Master.