_Ros._ Yet to prevent All hope of rescue: for this new-come Captain Hath both a Ship and Men not far [off] from us, Though ignorant to find the only Port, That can yield entrance to our happy Island, Guard the place strongly, and e'r the next Sun Ends his diurnal progress, I will be Happy in my revenge, or set 'em free. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Crocale, Juletta, Hippolita. [_A Table furnish'd._
_Cro._ So serve it plentifully, And lose not time to enquire the cause; There is a main design that hangs upon this bounty. See the Table furnisht with Wine too, That discovers secrets which tortures cannot open: Open the doors too of the several prisons, And give all free entrance into this room. Undiscover'd I can here mark all.
Here's Captain careless, and the tough Ship-master, The slaves are nos'd like Vultures How wild they look.
_Tib._ Ha, the mistery of this, Some good Hobgoblin rise and reveal.
_Mast._ I'm amazed at it: nor can I sound the intent.
_Tib._ Is not this bread, Substantial bread, not painted?
_Mast._ But take heed, You may be poisoned.
_Tib._ I am sure I am famish'd; And famine, as the wise man says, Gripes the guts as much as any Mineral. This may be _Treacle_ sent to preserve me After a long Fast: or be it _Vipers_ spittle, I'll run the hazard.
_Mast._ We are past all fear, I'll take part with ye.
_Tib._ Do: and now i'faith, how d'ye feel your self? I find great ease in't. What's here; Wine, and it be thy Will; Strong lusty Wine. Well, fools may talk Of _Mythridate_, Cordials, and _Elixirs_. But from my youth this was my only Physick. Here's a colour, what Ladies cheek, Though cerus'd over, comes near it? It sparkles too: hangs out Diamonds. Oh my sweet-heart, how I will hug thee, Again, and again! They are poor drunkards, And not worth thy favors, That number thy moist kisses in these Crystals.
_Mast._ But Mounsieur, Here are Suckets, and sweet dishes.
_Tib._ Tush, boys meat, I am past it; here's strong food fit for men: Nectar, old lad. Mistriss of merry hearts, Once more I am bold with you.
_Mast._ Take heed (man) Too much will breed distemper.
_Tib._ Hast thou liv'd at Sea The most part of thy life, where to be sober While we have Wine aboard, is capital Treason; And dost thou preach sobriety?