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 Till you shall heare a Culverin discharg'd By him that beares the Linstocke, kindled thus; Then issue out and come to rescue me, For happily I shall be in distresse, Or you released of this servitude.

1 Kni. Rather then thus to live as Turkish thrals, What will we not adventure?

Gov. On then, begone.

Kni: Farewell grave Governor.

Bar. How stand the cords? How hang these hinges, fast? Are all the Cranes and Pulleyes sure?

Serv. All fast.

Bar. Leave nothing loose, all leveld to my mind. Why now I see that you have Art indeed. There, Carpenters, divide that gold amongst you: Goe swill in bowles of Sacke and Muscadine: Downe to the Celler, taste of all my wines.

Carp. We shall, my Lord, and thanke you:

Bar. And if you like them, drinke your fill and dye: For so I live, perish may all the world. Now Selim-Calymath returne me word That thou wilt come, and I am satisfied. Now sirra, what, will he come?

Mess. He will; and has commanded all his men To come ashore, and march through Malta streets, That thou maist feast them in thy Citadell.

Bar. Then now are all things as my wish wud have 'em, There wanteth nothing but the Governors pelfe, And see he brings it: Now, Governor, the summe.

Gou. With free consent a hundred thousand pounds.

Bar. Pounds saist thou, GoveruorGovernor [sic], wel since it is no more I'le satisfie my selfe with that; nay, keepe it still, For if I keepe not promise, trust not me. And Governour, now partake my policy: