_Ten_. The like wish I, _Don Pedro_.

_Fer_. _Manuell_, I hope
You will not long breath out of _Spanish_ ayre.
Farewell!

_Pedr_. My thanks to all.--Stay!

[_Peeces dischargd_.

_Fer_. The Captaine of the Castle come to interpret
That language to us? What newes?

_Enter Bustamente_.

_Bust_. Such as will make all _Spaine_ dance in Canary.
The _Brasile_ fleete--

_Pedr_. Arriv'd?

_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.

_Ten_. So we wish all.