The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE XII.
Alarmes within, and the chambers be discharged, like as it were a fight at sea. And then enter the Captaine of the ship and the Maister, and the Maisters Mate, & the Duke of Suffolke disguised, and others with him, and Water Whickmore. _Cap._ Bring forward these prisoners that scorn’d to yeeld, [dal001] Vnlade their goods with speed and sincke their ship, Here Maister, this prisoner I giue to you. This other, the Maisters Mate shall haue, And Water Whickmore thou shalt haue this man, [dal005] And let them paie their ransomes ere they passe. [dal006] _Suffolke._ Water! He starteth. _Water._ How now, what doest thou feare me? [dal008] Thou shalt haue better cause anon. _Suf._ It is thy name affrights me, not thy selfe. I do remember well, a cunning Wyssard told me, That by Water I should die: Yet let not that make thee bloudie minded. Thy name being rightly sounded, Is Gualter, not Water. ·dal015· _Water._ Gualter or Water, als one to me, [dal016] I am the man must bring thee to thy death. _Suf._ I am a Gentleman looke on my Ring, Ransome me at what thou wilt, it shalbe paid. [dal019] _Water._ I lost mine eye in boording of the ship, ·dal020· And therefore ere I marchantlike sell blood for gold, Then cast me headlong downe into the sea.
_2. Priso._ But what shall our ransomes be? _Mai._ A hundreth pounds a piece, either paie that or die. [dal024] _2. Priso._ Then saue our liues, it shall be paid. ·dal025· _Water._ Come sirrha, thy life shall be the ransome [dal026] I will haue. _Suff._ Staie villaine, thy prisoner is a Prince, The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Poull. [dal029] _Cap._ The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags. [dal030] _Suf._ I sir, but these rags are no part of the Duke, [dal031] Ioue sometime went disguisde, and why not I? _Cap._ I but Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be. _Suf._ Base Iadie groome, King Henries blood The honourable blood of Lancaster, ·dal035· Cannot be shead by such a lowly swaine, I am sent Ambassador for the Queene to France, I charge thee waffe me crosse the channell safe. _Cap._ Ile waffe thee to thy death, go Water take him hence, And on our long boates side, chop off his head. ·dal040· _Suf._ Thou darste not for thine owne. _Cap._ Yes Poull. _Suffolke._ Poull. _Cap._ I Poull, puddle, kennell, sinke and durt, Ile stop that yawning mouth of thine, ·dal045· Those lips of thine that so oft haue kist the [dal046] Queene, shall sweepe the ground, and thou that Smildste at good Duke Humphreys death, Shalt liue no longer to infect the earth.
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