For the Inhabitants; had a spoyle of all,
Spight of our hearts.

_Fer_. One Swallow makes not Summer: because once
Our City was their prize, is't of necessity
It must be so againe?

_Bust_. Or were the Navy
Greater, as fame gives out it is the fayrest
That ever danced upon these Seas, why yet
Should we suspect for this Citty?

_Fer_. Because we dreame soe.

_Ten_. If you did dreame it may be as neare truth:
I wish the contrary, but know them daring Enemyes.

_Fer_. The world, we doe acknowledge, cannot boast
More resolution then the _English_ hearts
Seasond for action.

_Ten_. _Francisco Bustamente_, how is the Castle? what strength?

_Bust_. A fort impregnable, wanting neyther soldiers nor munition.

_Ten_. Well, looke to't.

_Fer_. How ere
That wilbe necessary; the fort lyes in
The mouth of danger, and it will become