GONZAGO

Yet you for the same cause, i'th pride of youth, Opposed your self betwixt the state and danger, When their sick Hope's, were as their Fortune's, desperate; Reduced a Kingdom to your sway, in whose Rich spoils, your gawdy Soldier triumphs; While boasting of their rifled plumes, they drink Health's to victory; yet those so moderate, Their bowls increase their fury, not their surfeits. And load thee with their laurels. Sure she's distracted. Break open the doors. Slave to hell, and thou shalt carry't thither. Where are the traitors? You wore their cause upon your sword. Her old passion returns again. Such as they deserved, It seems they came rather to steal than fight, They were as ill prepared, as they had meant To bear our empty hulks away unquestioned; For soon as they perceived we descried they, Pale, as the lilies in their trembling flags, They turned their sails, and fled; we made after they, With swift winged lightning from our Canons mouth, Which sunk and fired they all, ere they could quit The channel, or gain the wider Ocean; Our hearts and hands are yours: The Princess! she's slain, unlucky hand.