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A royall bounty, which my memory Shall never loose; no, nor these noble favours Which from the Lady Marquesse Alquevezze Raynd plenteously on me. Alq. What did she to thee? Gyr. How did she entertaine thee? Pike. Alq. So, so. Pike. And for a lodging, if the curtaines about my bed had bene cutt of Sunbeames, I could not lye in a more glorious Chamber. Mac.
Lady, untill they come, repose your selfe. Mac. How now? so soone come back? why thus returned? Enter Pike & a Gentleman, with Letters. Gen. Our Journey to Madrid the Kinge himselfe Cutts off, by these his royall letters sent Upon the wings of speed to all your Graces. He lay one night since at your house, my Lord Where, by your noble Wife, he had a wellcome Fitting his greatnes & your will. Alq.
Gyr. Bring them in. Mac. Bustamente, The King, our master, looking with sharpe eyes, Upon your trayterous yeilding up the fort, Putts off your Tryall here; you must abide Longer imprisonment. Bust. Alq. These braves cannot serve you. Gyr. You must not be your owne Judge. Mac.
I blush for him my selfe. Alq. Disgrace to Spanyards! Mac. Sirra, you English, what was the ship you came in? Pike. The Convertine. Mac. What Ordnance did she carry? Pike. 40 peeces. Gyr. No, sir, but 38; see here, my Lord. Alq. Right, no more then 38. Mac. Your fort at Plymouth strong? Pike. Yes, very strong. Mac. What Ordnance in't? Pike. 50 Peeces. Gyr.
Had I killd one This Barre had nere bene guilty of my pleading Before such Princely Judges: there stands the man. Gyr. Don John, sett he on you or you on him? Jo. He upon me first. Pike. Let me then be torne Into a thousand pieces. Lady. My Husband speaks untruth. Alq. Sett he on you first? more coward you to suffer an enemy be aforehand. Pike.
Then, when in's chamber we were going to bed, He suddenly lookd wild, catchd me by the hand And, falling on his knees, with a pale face And troubled conscience he confessed he killd him, Nay, swore he basely murtherd him. Mac. What say you to this? Alq. Now he comes close up to you. Man. He is my murtherer For I am none, so lett my Innocence guard me.
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