_ Well?
_Say._ Well, and rich Sir,
And now put in.
_Gos._ Heaven thou hast heard my prayers.
_Say._ The brave _Rebeccah_ too, bound from the Straits,
With the next Tide is ready to put after.
_Gos._ What news o'th' fly-boat?
_Say._ If this Wind hold till midnight,
She will be here, and wealthy, 'scap'd fairly.
_Gos._ How, prithee, Sayler?
_Say._ Thus Sir, she had fight
Seven hours together, with six Turkish Gallies,
And she fought bravely; but at length was boarded
And overlaid with strength: when presently
Comes boring up the wind Captain _Vannoke_,
That valiant Gentleman, you redeem'd from prison;
He knew the Boat, set in, and fought it bravely:
Beat all the Gallies off, sunk three, redeem'd her,
And as a service to ye sent her home Sir.
_Gos._ An honest noble Captain, and a thankfull;
There's for thy news: go drink the Merchants health, _Saylor_.
_Say._ I thank your bounty, and I'le do it to a doyt, Sir.
[_Exit_ Saylor.
_1 Mer._ What miracles are pour'd upon this fellow!
_Gos._ This here I hope, my friends, I shall scape prison,
For all your cares to catch me.
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